Chapter 120:
Makenna’s POV:
As I approached the lawn, the weight of countless eyes on me was palpable. Some gazed with admiration, others with surprise, and a few with clear jealousy. I maintained my calm, collected demeanor, determined not to reveal any weakness.
Ignoring their stares, I approached Jessica and Frank, who were in the midst of greeting guests. I forced a smile and asked, “I didn’t arrive too late, did I?”
I had calmed down completely by now. Regardless of my innermost hatred for them, I had to keep it to myself.
If not, I would be defeated in this bizarre game. I would never show my weakness in front of them.
Jessica’s expression briefly twisted before she plastered on a sweet smile. “Not at all, Makenna. You’re just on time.”
She nudged Frank, who looked at me with a thoughtful, unreadable expression. “Yes, you’re right on time. Welcome.”
Jessica’s forced smile faltered slightly, and she shot Frank a quick, disapproving glare before turning her attention back to me.
I noticed the discomfort in her eyes and felt a flicker of satisfaction.
Then Jessica’s smile turned wicked as she asked, “Makenna, what do you think of today’s wedding setup?” I knew exactly what she was insinuating. The wedding setup mirrored the one I had arranged previously. It was Jessica’s deliberate attempt to mock me, and I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of showing how much it affected me.
I kept my voice calm and composed. “Nice. I always thought trash would be recycled, but I didn’t expect it to be reused like this.”
Like that worthless scumbag Frank.
“What did you just say?” Jessica’s delicate mask shattered immediately as she snapped, her voice piercing with fury. “How dare you! Are you here to deliberately ruin our wedding?”
“Jessica!” Frank hastily reached out, wrapping his arms around her in a show of exaggerated comfort. His voice dripped with such insincerity that it nearly made me gag. “Don’t stoop to her level. Don’t let her spoil your day.”
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Watching Frank play the doting groom only deepened my loathing for him.
“And you, Makenna,” Frank said, shifting his glare toward me. “We invited you here out of the goodness of our hearts, and this is how you repay us?”
Goodness?
I nearly burst out laughing at the sheer absurdity. They had stolen my wedding plans, turned them into their own spectacle, and then had the nerve to be outraged when I refused to play along with their twisted charade?
It was laughable.
I had no intention of sticking around any longer. “If you think I’m here to stir up trouble, then I will just take my leave.”
With that, I spun on my heel, refusing to wait for a reply.
But before I could take more than a single step, a familiar, disdainful voice sliced through the air behind me, laced with the same scorn and irritation I knew all too well.
“Makenna, how can you be so disrespectful? As the older sister, don’t you know how to look after your younger…”
I froze instantly, recognizing that voice without a doubt.
It was my father. Connolly Dunn.
