“It's not the norm but black is the new fashion sense.”
Ashton’s seemed to sense the beauty crying, thus he came to her rescue. “Isabella why are you taking out your frustrations on Arabella? She wants the best for you.”
“Then you can just give it to her!”
I had had enough. Without saying another word, I turned and walked away.
Ashton’s shouted behind me in frustration.
“You are so conceited, Isabella!"
Arabella went out of her way. "Do you want to make a joke out of our wedding?! It's better not to take any photos of us together!”
Arabella then gently nudged him and said in a sweet tone, “ Ashton, I already took you away from her, stop being so mean.”
“It was her who came in between us, why are you blaming yourself?”
They spoke in hushed whispers not wishing to come out as cheaters before the marriage was successfully done and when they could blame everything on me being incompetent.
Yet with my advanced werewolf hearing that had been better than others since childhood, I could hear each word that only gave me pain.