Tristan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and wrapped his arms protectively around her.
“Lucas, you were the one who said I could marry Sienna, so I agreed to step in. Why are you making a scene now?”
I nearly laughed aloud.
They’re the ones who schemed behind my back, yet now they’re turning the blame on me?
I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone and tapped open a message.
“Tristan. Mom. Dad. You all sent me this text yesterday, saying the wedding had been postponed to the evening. So why did it go ahead as scheduled?”
In my past life, if I hadn’t randomly seen a photo of the wedding car online, posted by a bystander, I would’ve missed everything. I would’ve shown up to an empty venue, too late to stop anything.
I angled my phone toward the crowd. The wedding photographer zoomed in. The contents of the message flashed across the massive screen behind the stage for all to see.
A low hum of murmurs spread through the guests. “So it’s true… The Everhart Family really favors the adopted son.”
“I’ve heard Mrs. Everhart has always doted on Tristan. Looks like she’d do anything to help him marry up.”