Tiffany Leander, my future mother-in-law, coldly snorted and added.
"I told you, you're not a good match. The Leanders is renowned expert in language and literature from generation to generation, while the Wijnbergens is just a nouveau riche. So, we're not a good match."
"But, Cornell insisted in marrying her and I could do nothing about it. And see! We made a fool of ourselves."
Benjamin sneered.
"Yeah, you better not to get married with Cornell, so that you won't offend people with your temper and ruin the reputation of the Leanders."
It was clearly Cornell who was at fault first, but these two middle-aged man and woman were blaming me instead.
I clenched my veil tightly, my fingertips trembling as I said, "The wedding was cancelled by Cornell. The specific reason ... you two should ask him. I find it embarrasing."
Hearing that it was their son who cancelled our wedding, they felt more confident and straightforward.
"Even though it was Cornell who canceled it, as the bride, you ran away without saying a word? Shouldn't you apologize in front of everyone?"