The entire hotel was filled with a festive atmosphere, with wedding photos of Gloria and Robert placed at every corner.
The large banquet hall was already filled with many relatives and friends from the bride's side.
As soon as they saw me, their gazes became sharp.
"Gloria, is this the mistress you just said you were going to teach a lesson to?" Asked Gloria's mother, Beverly Gonzalez.
She walked over and sized me up with disdain.
"Yes, this is the bitch!" Gloria replied, glaring at me.
"She doesn't look like anything good. How dare she seduce Robert? Does she really think she can rely on her looks to rise to the top?"
Beverly spat at me as if I were something filthy.
The female relatives at the scene also shouted angrily, "Gloria, this kind of woman who wants to change her fate by marrying into a wealthy family must be taught a hard lesson and set as a bad example."
"I hate two types of people the most: poor people and cheap people. I can smell the stench of poverty from a mile away. It's disgusting."
"Poor and cheap. Just looking at her makes me sick."
These people bombarded me with their words, reducing me to nothing.
I remembered Robert once told me that Gloria's family wasn't well-off.