I abruptly ended the video call and drove to the address Felicity had shared in the group.
As I approached her home, I spotted a massive red banner hanging over the entrance: [Warmly welcoming Mr. Ridley, President of All Grand Group, to the wedding!]
Beneath the banner stood Felicity, resplendent in a snow-white couture wedding gown, eagerly awaiting her groom.
A crowd of our high school classmates surrounded her, buzzing with excitement.
"Felicity, you really kept this under wraps! We had no idea you were marrying the CEO of All Grand Group!"
"Seriously! Mr. Ridley is a well-known entrepreneur! You've hit the jackpot!"
"Felicity, you're about to be a high-society lady! Don't forget about us little people!"
Even our high school teacher, Amanda Lane, was there, fawning over Felicity.
"Felicity, the first time I laid eyes on you, I knew you were destined for greatness. That's why I never scolded you for your grades; I knew you were born to be wealthy and didn't need to rely on academic achievements!"
As the crowd showered her with compliments, Felicity wore a triumphant smile, her eyes sparkling with self-satisfaction.