"Jenna, today is my birthday, and you actually let someone hang a funeral wreath at my party? Are you seriously cursing me?"
She frowned, her voice calm and indifferent.
"What are you talking about? Life and death are both important. You're just celebrating a birthday, Carson is simply marking Aunt Symonne's death anniversary."
"It's just symbolic. Everyone’s here to enjoy themselves. Why get so worked up over something so minor?"
I let out a cold laugh, then swept the table over with a loud crash.
"In that case, forget the birthday. Let's call off the engagement."
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When I flipped the table and knocked over the wreath behind me, Jenna Walton's expression instantly darkened.
"Bryce Reeves, what kind of nonsense is this?"
"Carson planned this entire birthday banquet. He’s just a young man who put in a lot of effort. Even if you didn’t like it, you should at least acknowledge his work."
With a frown, she ordered the staff to reset the table and carefully stood the wreath back up.
Blood rushed to my head again. I pointed at the wreath and sneered.
"Jenna, what did you promise me before? You said you’d fill this place with 999 roses for my birthday. Are these the flowers you had in mind?"