Chapter ninty two

Valerie scoffed, her arms crossed tightly over her designer dress, a smug grin plastered across her face. The lavish decorations of the wedding venue seemed to pale in comparison to her confidence. "Crash this wedding? How does a poor weakling like you intend to do that?" Her tone dripped with sarcasm, each word laced with disdain as if she were addressing a child rather than a rival.

Sophia shot her a sly smirk, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a flourish that was both defiant and graceful. "Oh, it seems like Joseph here hasn't filled you in on the juicy details," she replied, her voice smooth yet laced with challenge. She turned her gaze to Joseph, who looked increasingly uncomfortable under the weight of their stares, his eyes darting between the two women like a ping-pong ball.