Before her stood a figure cloaked in a flawless white veil—radiant and pure.
Brad’s voice rang with sincerity and admiration.
"Lora, you look breathtaking. It’s impossible to look away…"
Howard stood in front of Lora, his eyes gently and stunningly covering her.
"Well, Lora looks beautiful tonight."
Lora was weak and the gorgeous wedding dress didn't fit her well, but the shy and blushing smile on her face was indeed moving.
Nikki watched the scene in silence until the three of them noticed her presence.
"Sister?"
Lora met her gaze and couldn't help shaking, as if she was very scared.
Nikki tightly grasped the phone, her palms burning: "This is the wedding dress I designed. Who gave it to you without my permission?"
Howard's face sank first: "It's just a wedding dress. Lora likes it, so she wears it."
Brad also mocked: "You have occupied the magpie's nest for so many years, and Lora has suffered so much for you. What's wrong with wearing your wedding dress? It's worthy of being a fake, so petty."
Nikki's eyes dimmed fiercely.
Even though she was used to being called a fake, she couldn't help but feel a tight pain in her heart when Brad, who used to favor her the most, said this to her face.