I couldn't help but look towards the ward. My mother put Barry and Neil's hands together as if entrusting her beloved one to him.
"I can't go to your wedding. I wish you a long and happy marriage.
"If Mia dares to disrupt your wedding, I will die in public!"
I staggered away amid their hearty laughter.
After my father died, I had no home.
The day before the wedding, Barry came with a bouquet of roses and asked me why I didn't go home.
I took an allergy pill and asked him coldly, "Don't you refuse to be romantic like the youngsters?"
He was stunned for a moment and touched my head.
"We're getting married tomorrow, so it's necessary to be romantic!"
But unluckily, the one he liked was not me.
His sudden smile was not because of me.
It seemed that he was very happy to have me be the bridesmaid to bless them.
In just two years, he forgot that I was allergic to roses.
The next day, I took a walk around the wedding venue.
The huge poster made the traces of head replacement in the wedding photo more obvious.
I tore off the fake one, revealing his and Neil's beautiful wedding photo.
I threw the fake wedding photo into the trash can and headed straight to the airport.