The smile on my lips didn’t waver, and my voice remained light. “Of course I want that. But… what about Zara? She leans on you so much.”
I paused before continuing, my tone almost casual. “How about I help her find someone and introduce her to Conrad? That way she’ll have someone to care for her, and you can be at ease too, right?”
Tatum’s expression darkened in an instant, his face clouded with displeasure. He cut me off stiffly.
“My business doesn’t need you meddling! And Zara’s matters are none of your concern! All you need to do is be the bride!”
I curved my lips in a faint smile, nodding as though slipping back into that compliant self I once was.
“Alright.”
Finally, the day came.
The wedding scene unfolded with unmatched grandeur, countless media cameras aimed at the stage, recording every detail of this so-called wedding of the century.
In the audience, Zara sat in a flowing white dress, her makeup impeccable, without a veil; she resembled the bride herself.
At the front of the stage, Tatum stood with a confident, victorious smile tugging at his lips.
“Adeline, are you happy? Everything I prepared is for you. I believe this day will stay with you forever.”