Kylie’s POV.
I decided to attend Graham and Flora’s wedding, determined to bring chaos to their bliss. I would show them that their happiness was built on lies and betrayal. Disguising myself as a commoner, I ensured no one would recognize me. With my plan set, I left for the wedding, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Arriving at the venue, I was struck by the opulence. Beautiful decorations adorned every corner, flowers in full bloom, and twinkling lights casting a magical glow. “They didn’t waste any time, did they?” I thought bitterly. The guests were all smiles, utterly oblivious that I was supposed to be dead for less than a year. “How quickly they forget,” I mused, my heart heavy.
I moved through the crowd, listening to conversations, trying to gather information. A group of women stood nearby, chatting animatedly.
“It’s such a beautiful wedding,” one of them said, her eyes shining with excitement.