"Don’t even think about ever entering the Walker family’s house again."
I lowered my head, my mind numb.
I didn’t want to cry, yet the tears fell, beading like a broken string.
I wanted to ask, if you don’t love me, why did you bring me back?
But in the end, I just picked up the scraps of fabric from the floor, held them close, turned around, and stumbled out of the boutique.
Andrew’s scolding echoed behind me, "I don’t have such a shameful sister. Let her go back and reflect on her actions."
The night before the banquet, Andrew sent me a voice message.
It dripped with self-righteous fairness.
"Vivian, Emily cried all day because of you. Tomorrow at the banquet, I’ll give her the crown I made for you as an apology. I’ve already pleaded for you. Come tomorrow and apologize to Emily. Don’t make things difficult for me."
I found it almost amusing. I packed the last piece of clothing into my suitcase and replied, "Okay."
Andrew’s call came immediately,
his tone uncertain, tentative, "Vivian, you… Aren’t you angry?"
"No."
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "So, did you read everything on the invitation?"
"Yes, I did."