In those two short days, we sent invitations far and wide to relatives, friends and even neighbors from down the street.
Following my instructions to the letter, Dorian also invited a crowd of streamers and reporters to the venue, making sure the event would be broadcast live across the internet.
As the wedding unfolded in full grandeur, the invited guests murmured among themselves, unable to contain their curiosity.
“That massive case from three years ago still hasn’t been solved. Why is Rosalie suddenly getting married?”
“Yeah, I heard her mother killed the whole family. She was devastated, dropped out of school and shut herself away. I thought the trauma had driven her off the deep end.”
“I honestly thought she’d harm herself. Getting this wedding invitation was the last thing I expected.”
“This wedding feels too sudden. Something’s off.”
I tuned it all out. The gossip, the whispers, the stares, they meant nothing to me.
My eyes stayed fixed on one thing: completing the ceremony with Dorian.
Just as we were about to exchange rings, the banquet hall was thrown into chaos; my mother, who had vanished without a trace for three long years, suddenly appeared before everyone.