His words were a thinly veiled boast and his provocative gaze made his intentions clear.
In fact, I know that he wanted to remind those high school classmates who had bet on which of us would win Isla's hand.
He wanted to show them that he won.
Just then, the doorbell rang and Isla walked in, holding an elegant cake.
The moment she stepped in and saw me, her cheerful expression suddenly turned cold.
Her eyes narrowed with hostility as she spoke sharply, "Why are you here now?"
"Don't tell me you still haven't gotten over me!"
"Next week is my wedding to Orion. If you dare stir up any trouble, I won't let you off!"
After four years apart without seeing each other even once, this was how she greeted me.
I gave her a cold smile and replied calmly, "Whatever happened between us is long behind me."
Isla sneered with mockery in her voice. "Tch, do you really think I'd believe that?"
"Someone like you? That’s like a pauper trying to marry a queen."
"But don't kid yourself. It's impossible. You're not even worthy to carry my shoes!"
Orion spoke up, pretending to mediate.
"Isla, I asked him to be my best man. After all, it was our agreement back then."