Chapter 7


    “Do I look good, Marc?” rissa changed into a wedding dress at the bridal shop and paraded before Marc, her face glowing. Her once pale face was n


    rissa even straightened her curls to please Marc, reminding him of Pearl. Pearl used to smile every day when she was with him. However, her smiles


    Marc’s thoughts drifted. He remembered he didn’t have a wedding with Pearl. After all, Marc had chosen her casually. He hadn’t even gone to register th


    did she marry me? For money?‘ he wondered.


    “Marc…” rissa noticed Marc was lost in thought and approached him. “Marc, am I


    beautiful?”


    Marc smiled faintly. “Yes.”


    Satisfied, rissa touched her waist and turned to the designer beside her. “It’s a tad loose here and doesn’t show off my figure. Can you tighten it?”


    The designer exined hesitantly, “I’m sorry. Our wedding


    dresses are custom- made three months in advance. This one isn’t your size. It was purchased from another customer who had a fuller figure. If we adju


    your wedding.”


    rrisa’s face darkened. “So, it’s my fault?”


    “N–no. You misunderstood.” The designer panicked when rissa changed her demeanor abruptly, apologizing profusely.


    rissa refused to relent. Marc eventually said, “Since this won’t do, choose


    another.”


    The designer suggested hurriedly, “We’ve one which fits you perfectly, Miss


    Santos…”


    “I’ve seen that. It’s tacky.” rissa red at the designer sinisterly and added, “Don’t call me Miss Santos. I’m Mrs: Males.”


    The designer was caught off guard. Tension grew.


    Marc frowned. He said calmly to the designer, “You can go. We’ll continueter.”


    But the designer didn’t want to deal with them anymore. She left with the wedding dress, muttering to her colleague, “Is she off her rocker? Why make a N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    rissa and Marc heard them.


    rissa turned livid. “What did you say?” She wanted to reach for the designer but was stopped by Marc.


    “That’s enough, rrisa. You’re still ill,” Marc reminded her.


    “How could she say that? I know you first. Pearl is the homewrecker.” rrisa felt aggrieved, crying as she tugged on Marc’s shirt. “You must kick that de


    Marc grew frustrated. rissa had changed a lottely. However, he was worried about her health and coaxed her, “Fine. I’ll do itter.”


    rissa was pleased and added, “You must also announce we are each other’s first


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    love. Pearl was nothing. She’s the one who came between us.”


    Marc frowned, his gaze cooling. Her words sounded unpleasant to him. He wondered, ‘What will Pearl look like in this wedding dress?‘


    Pearl declined Hubert’s suggestion to throw her a wee–back party, iming to


    be too tired and wanted to rest at home. She stared nkly at


    her phone as the news about Marc’s wedding with rissa flooded in. Despite iming to be over him, Pearl’s heart ached.


    She remembered the day she married Marc. There were no guests and no ceremony. She even obtained the marriage certificate alone without anyone k


    Pearl wrapped herself in a nket and curled up in bed. However, defeating music came from


    the room next to hers. Pearl massaged her pounding temples and walked


    to Tina’s room.


    Tina was forced to move to a guest room and was infuriated by the shabby room. Furthermore, her bags were scratched, which made her angrier.


    Tina turned the volume to maximum and danced on the bed. If she couldn’t sleep, no one could either.


    Tina was engrossed in thinking about revenge against Pearl and didn’t hear the door open. A tub of ice–


    cold water was sshed on her, drenching her. Then Tinal


    screamed.