My stomach churned as I opened it. The elegant script mocked me as I read. The wedding would be grand, lavish—everything her family could provide. And she had sent this to me directly.
We all went to the same high school years ago. Ginger always had her sights on Daniel, but back then, he had chosen me. She’d hated that, lost to someone like me—someone they thought was nobody. But they didn’t know the truth of who I was.
Now, she was shoving her victory in my face. She had finally claimed him, and she wanted me to see it.
Anger surged through me, a fire that burned hot and wild. If they thought they could get away with this, I’d make sure their wedding was destroyed.
I arrived at the wedding fashionably late, making sure to grab everyone’s attention the moment I walked in.
"Is that a wedding dress?" someone whispered.
"It can’t be," another voice murmured.
"Wait... look at her neck! Is that... the Cartier necklace?"
"The limited-edition one? There were only three made!"
"The last time anyone saw it, the Lady of the Whitaker Clan was wearing it. Who is she?"