After a brief silence, I replied firmly, "No. I don’t want him." Why? Because my fiance, Gregory, was marrying another woman.
The door to my room opened abruptly and Lucy walked in with a smile. "Rosalie, will you come with me to pick out my wedding dress?"
I frowned. "Do you not know how to knock before entering someone else’s room?"
At my words, Lucy’s expression crumpled into one of feigned hurt. "Rosalie, I was just too excited. Please don’t be mad..."
I laughed coldly to myself. What a tired trick, feigning innocence. She truly was overjoyed.
“You don’t need to apologize,” I replied dismissively.
Before I could say more, a low voice came from behind her.
"You’re about to become the mistress of this house. You can do as you please."
It was Gregory.
Lucy flushed with embarrassment. "Brother Gregory, don’t say that. If Rosalie gets upset, she might refuse to come with me to choose the dress."
"She can come if she wants or not," Gregory replied coldly, wrapping his arm around Lucy’s shoulders. "I’ll go with you."
As I watched them leave, it felt like a lifetime had passed.
Just three months ago, it was me who was planning a wedding with Gregory.