In her mind, Lise murmured to herself, “Well, Katelyn, all you can do now is watch from the sidelines. Everything you once had will belong to me! You foolish, pathetic person, you’re destined to fail, while I will become the respectable Mrs. Wheeler!” Lise basked in the overwhelming adoration of the audience, feeling every gaze fixed on her. At that moment, she felt like the queen of the world, on the verge of having it all.

Paloma said enviously as she sipped her wine, “Lise looks incredible, doesn’t she? That wedding dress is something else. I heard Neil had it specially made by…”

“Vivienne for eight million.” Katelyn fixed her gaze on the wedding dress. It was truly stunning, its layers creating a surreal, dreamlike appearance. The outer layer was decorated with countless tiny diamonds, their brilliance shining brightly under the lights. Observing the lavish jewelry Lise wore, Katelyn acknowledged that Neil had really gone all out.

Lise was undeniably glowing tonight, though a less arrogant expression might have enhanced her beauty.

Noticing Katelyn’s silence, Paloma sneered, “You jealous? You didn’t even have a wedding ceremony, right? Tsk tsk.”

Katelyn turned to Paloma and calmly said, “If this were your wedding day, I imagine you’d be ecstatic.”

Paloma was incredibly smug, as if it were her own wedding.

Paloma’s expression hardened, her irritation evident.

“What did you say? You’re just jealous. Neil adores Lise and despises you. You’re disgusting.”

Katelyn had decided not to engage further. Yet, each taunt felt like a barb, challenging her patience. Katelyn lifted her glass of wine and poured it over Paloma’s face.

“Since your eyes seem to be failing you, let me help you clean them,” she said.

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“Neil is nothing but a scumbag. Only Lise would value him. Does anyone else really even care?”

“Ah! Katelyn!” Paloma screamed in dismay. The wine had completely spoiled her look. She was seething with rage.

“Katelyn, you wretch!” She felt like she was losing her mind!

Aimee had been eager to get back at Paloma for a while. Witnessing Paloma finally snap, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction.

Leaning on Katelyn’s shoulder, Aimee smirked at Paloma and said, “Red wine is good for the skin. Maybe it’ll enhance your looks and attract the attention of some high-flyers. You might even land a lavish wedding like this one.”

Several onlookers turned their heads, some even pulling out their phones to capture the scene. But Katelyn remained indifferent.

Paloma yelled furiously, “Katelyn, you owe me an apology today!”

Aimee shrugged off the demand.

“An apology? If that’s not sufficient, I can offer more,” she said as she reached for another glass of wine.

Katelyn offered a slight smile.

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