Chapter 116

Susan Thompson sneered inwardly. Today was truly unlucky.

She strode into the bridal boutique with her head held high. The crimson wedding gown shimmered under the lights.

The modernized traditional dress hung quietly in the corner, yet it seemed to pull at her gaze like a magnet.

The fiery red gown had clean, sharp lines. Golden embroidery bloomed at the waist. The semi-transparent cape featured a pair of mandarin ducks in flight, so lifelike they might take wing.

The price tag of 180,000 stung her eyes.

In the past, she would have walked away. But now, she wanted to indulge herself one last time before the end.

"Let me try this one," she said.

As she turned with the gown in her arms, she collided with three familiar faces.

"Getting married, sis?" Nicole Capra's saccharine voice made her stomach turn.

Susan ignored her, but Andrew Lucas seized her wrist.

"Who are you marrying?" His eyes churned with a terrifying storm.

"Ethan Sullivan." She met his gaze. "I promised I would."

The name pierced her heart like a blade. That sunny, warm young man was now nothing but ashes.

Andrew's fingers dug into her bones. The hanger in his grip twisted out of shape.

The fitting room door opened.

The red gown hugged her slender waist. The translucent cape fluttered lightly. Her pallid complexion glowed like peach blossoms against the crimson, her frail body adding a fragile beauty.

The staff held their breaths.

Vincent King's eyes darkened, his fingers tightening unconsciously.

"Vincent, I want this one too!" Candy Wilson tugged his arm, pouting. "I'll wear it when I marry you!"

Susan turned before the mirror, her lips curling in a mocking smile.

This wedding dress was fated to lie in the earth with her.