"Mae… what did you do?"
She only smiled wider, leaning in to fix my veil.
"Relax," she murmured. "Everything worked out, right?"
For the first time—the late realization hit me. I am right.
I couldn’t breathe.
Bryant’s arm slid around my waist, pulling me close. His grip was iron. A silent warning.
I was his.
"H-How did you do this?"
She just stood in front of me with a full smile plastering on her face. “Can't you just be thankful? I saved your life from being worst?"
Worst? There was nothing worse other than this.
I gripped Mae’s wrist tightly and dragged her into the nearest bathroom, barely able to contain my rage. The sound of the bustling reception outside faded as I slammed the door shut, my chest rising and falling with furious breaths.
"What the hell are you doing here?" My voice came out in a harsh whisper, shaking with restrained fury. "Mae, you almost died—do you have any idea what Bryant is capable of?"
Instead of looking guilty, Mae sighed, annoyed, like I was the one being unreasonable. "Relax, Geoffanie. Bryant won’t hurt me. He never planned to."
Her words felt like a slap. "What?"