Chapter 265

They had once been the best of friends, promising to be each other’s maid of honor at their weddings.
And now, after Rebecca had seduced her boyfriend behind her back, secretly married him, gotten pregnant, and deceived her for three years, she still had the audacity to ask her to be maid of honor?
Penelope let out a cold laugh. Rebecca was using their past friendship as a knife to stab her right in the heart.
Only, it didn’t hurt anymore.
Before Penelope could respond, Rebecca joyfully pulled her into the master bedroom. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs.net
“I didn’t like the layout and decor you chose, so I had the whole thing redone. It’s completely different now,” Rebecca said, gesturing proudly at the room, which was covered in wedding decorations.
It was certainly different. Penelope sneered.
“But why didn’t you change the bed?”
Rebecca’s lips tightened for a second. “I, uh, I actually quite like this bed.”
“So you have a thing for my leftovers,” Penelope said, her eyes glinting.
“I earned this,” Rebecca retorted, striking a victorious pose.
“It was something I threw away.”
“Well, it’s mine now.”
“You don’t really think I’d fight you over this piece of trash, do you?”
“The one who can’t have it is always the one who gets defensive.”
“Who would get defensive over a piece of trash?”
“You must be so sad and jealous right now.”
“You’re really overthinking this.”
“You haven’t even congratulated me yet.”
Penelope offered a deeply sincere tone. “Congratulations on marrying Zebulon and joining the Sullivan family. Your contribution to society by taking him off the market is greater than any sacrifice. I wish you and Zebulon a long and happy life together. May you be shackled to each other for all eternity, so you can’t inflict yourselves on anyone else.”
Rebecca’s face darkened slightly. “We will be happy, for the rest of our lives.”
Penelope smiled. “That’s wonderful.”
“So, you’ll be my maid of honor, right?”
“Of course.”
Rebecca linked her arm through Penelope’s. “Penelope, even though we’ve had our disagreements, our friendship will never change.”
Penelope pulled her arm free. “I’m just a person who keeps her promises.”
And, more importantly, a person who loved to stir up trouble.
Just then, she saw Mrs. Winters approaching.
An idea sparked in Penelope’s mind. She turned to Rebecca. “How much was your family’s wedding gift from the Sullivans?”
Rebecca paused. “It’s the modern age. Who asks for a wedding gift?”
“Did you not ask, or did they refuse to give one?”
“We just didn’t discuss it.”
“Tsk, they’re such hypocrites. When they were talking about me marrying into the family, kept saying I didn’t want a wedding gift, but they insisted on giving me a million.”
“A million?” Mrs. Winters overheard as she entered the room, her face immediately souring. “They told me it wasn’t customary in prenth to give a wedding gift. I only asked for two hundred thousand, and they wouldn’t even give a penny.
“Mom!” Rebecca shot her mother a look. “Are you going to believe everything
Penelope says? She doesn’t want me to marry Zebulon. Are we really going to listen to her?”
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That snapped Mrs. Winters back reality. She pursed her lips. “Some people are just trying to cause trouble and stop my daughter from getting married. I almost fell for it.”
Penelope blinked innocently. “I don’t understand what you mean. But then again,
why would you care about a million? It’s pocket change for you.”
Mrs. Winters silently gritted her teeth. Of course she cared about a million.
“Rebecca is marrying well. I’m not going to quibble over such things,” she said, forcing herself not to fall for the trap.
“How magnanimous!” Penelope gave her a thumbs-up.
Mrs. Winters suppressed her anger and continued to smile.
“By the way, I’ve brought peanuts, longans, red dates, and lotus seeds. As Rebecca’s friend, you should arrange them on the wedding bed.”
Penelope smiled back. “Of course.”
She took the basket from Mrs. Winters and carefully began arranging the items on the bright red bedspread.
“You need to say the auspicious phrases as you do it. I’ll say a line, and you repeat
it.”
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