"Then how about this—Grace White, if I give you a million dollars, will you marry me?" I turned to the bridesmaid, her makeup flawless, looking surprised.
"...Mark Jones, I will," she replied. Grace and I had grown up together, childhood friends. Afraid of making Cindy jealous, we had kept our friendship a secret.
If anyone could diffuse the situation, it was Grace. She knew I was joking out of spite.
Besides, her grandfather was gravely ill, and her family desperately needed money. I wouldn't take advantage of her situation. I would compensate her later regardless.
"You... you two!" Cindy finally panicked. "When did you two start seeing each other? You scum!"
"In these three years, you have checked my phone every time. Was there ever a girl in my contact list? I've always been faithful to you. And now your family has done this to me." My anger flared, veins bulging on my temples.
In our three years together, I had never raised my voice at Cindy. Seeing my outburst, she was momentarily stunned.
Grabbing Grace's hand, I walked out, ignoring Cindy and her mother's screams and insults behind me.
"Mom, this is all your fault!"
"Mark, Mark, come back! I was just joking!"