That's when I saw Serena leading a pack of Ethan's buddies, blocking my path like a welcoming committee from hell.
My fists clenched. My face went pale.
"Serena, this is my wedding day. You don't belong here."
She was Ethan's idealized love—the one who'd dumped him the second the Gilbert family hit hard times and fled abroad. Then, the moment he recovered, she'd conveniently reappeared.
I'd been too busy with work to deal with it. The wedding was coming up. I let it slide.
But I never imagined Ethan would let her turn my wedding into this.
Serena looked me up and down with open contempt.
"Ethan said everything today goes through me. So what exactly are you going to do about it?"
She smirked. "Honestly, letting you marry him at a crematorium is generous. A nobody like you doesn't deserve him."
Her gaze drifted to the car behind me, lip curling in disgust.
"A Hongqi? Seriously? Anyone watching would think you just rolled in from hauling cement at a construction site."
I glanced back at the black Hongqi.
The leadership had approved it as a wedding gift. Even the windows were bulletproof.
"That car," I said flatly, "money can't buy."
Serena burst out laughing.