"After all, you did get the marriage certificate with me, didn’t you?"
Betty nestled closer to Clyde, nodding sadly.
"Angela, don’t blame Clyde. I’ve never worn such a beautiful wedding dress. If I can’t marry Clyde, I may never marry in my life again. I may never wear a wedding dress again."
"So, I couldn’t help but cry when I saw it. Clyde was so kind to let me wear it and take wedding photos with him."
"If it bothers you, I'll take it off right now," Betty said, her red, tearful eyes looking up at me. Her trembling hands reached behind her back to unzip the wedding dress.
Worried she might accidentally damage the dress my mother had painstakingly created, I stepped forward.
"I'll help you," I said calmly.
Betty glanced at me as I moved behind her, her eyes darting briefly before she suddenly stumbled forward.
In front of her was a small platform, about 50 to 60 centimeters high, temporarily set up for taking photos. She screamed as she fell.
I instinctively reached out to catch her but couldn’t.
When Betty hit the ground, the jade necklace around her neck snapped, scattering fragments everywhere.