On the fifteenth of November, it was a happy day.
Olsen Residence had been bustling with activity since the crack of dawn, its lights shining brightly. Attendants and staff members were constantly on the move, and everywhere one looked, it was decorated in elegant white.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHeather rose early in the morning, inviting the best makeup artist and stylist in the city. She sat before the mirror, applying makeup and dressing in her bridal attire. Everyone who saw her complimented her beauty.
With a smile, Heather signaled the waiter to bring over the monetary gifts.
Although this wedding was not as grand as when Summer married Arnold, it was evident that the Olsen family had put their all into it.
Early in the morning, Claudia quietly sent someone to fetch Summer from the drug rehabilitation center. Her gaze was lost, her face showing signs of defeat. Upon seeing such a grand scene, she asked in a daze, “What day is it today?” The attendant stuttered in response, “Uh... It's Ms. Olsen and Dexter's wedding.” “Wedding...” Summer's dry mouth opened and closed, somewhat slow to react. After a moment, she suddenly laughed. “Heather, Dexter... they're getting married...” A scene surfaced in her mind. When the university entrance examination had ended, the boy she had been yearning for stood under the mango tree outside the school, his expression indifferent. Regardless of whether she occupied a place in his heart, at that moment, he had cfor her...
Summer couldn't control the bitterness in her heart. She forced a smile and said, “The person I've been pining for all these years is getting married again.” “M-Miss..."” “Go back,” she said.
Olsen Residence was bustling with activity. In order to cover up, Summer was ushered in through the back door, her plain clothes standing out starkly amidst the sea of white. Yet, no one dared to comment on her appearance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmInside Heather's room, Heather had already applied her makeup and was discussing the details with her stylist.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside, startling everyone. As they turned to look, they were met with Summer's pale and frail face.
Standing quietly at the door, Heather took a sharp intake of breath. “All of you, please leave.” Soon, only the two of them were left in the room. Summer closed the door behind her and slowly walked toward Heather, scrutinizing her from head to toe. “Mrs. Russell?” Heather pursed her lips. She had always been too afraid to look directly at Summer.
“S-Sum, you've returned.” “Who are you to callthat?” “Mother askedto chfor the ceremony. You're quite capable, reaching the stage of marriage so quickly.” Heather forced a smile. “Isn't this what you've been longing for? You're the one who askedto do this.” Summer nodded, then suddenly reached out, delivering a harsh slap to her face.
Heather was struck so hard that her head turned to the side. The makeup on her cheek was instantly smeared, the imprint of a hand slap starkly visible. She was breathing rapidly.
“By now, how much of what you do is truly for me?” Summer asked sarcastically, her gaze sharp. “Donning the mask of Liana, do you really believe you've becher?” She continued, “You must be quite pleased with yourself, obtaining everything | couldn't.” Heather took a deep breath, straightening her body. “We just met, and you toldto becLiana, to becDexter's wife. Now that I've done it, why are you dissatisfied? You're not jealous of me, are you?” Summer still remembered their first meeting, which took place in Arnold's office. At that time, she had just discovered Josie's true identity and was unsure of what to do. However, Arnold reassured her, then called Heather in, asking, “What do you think of her?” Summer was taken aback. “She...” “Quite similar, no? Enough to pass off as the real thing.” Soon, Heather joined the plan. She underwent plastic surgery, got tattoos, and began interacting with Dexter.
Step by step, she made her way to where she was.