Oliver instantly smiled at that. He always took whatever opportunity that might be good for his reputation. “Oh well, that’s good then.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. Even though she knew Oliver’s quick response meant he just didn’t want to deal with her.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash behind her. Madelynn turned around in shock, only to find her sister.
Cecelia stood by the entrance of the door, and the large hand drawn portrait of Madelynn and Oliver on their wedding day was broken in a million pieces on the floor.
“Oh my God, Oliver and Madelyn,” she cried in pretense. “I didn’t see that there.” She batted her eyes at Oliver while giving her fake apology.
Oliver immediately rushed to her side to check her body for wounds. He didn’t care one bit about the broken picture. “Oh it’s okay. As long as you didn’t get injured.”
Cecelia wasn’t satisfied with that though. She had to get Madelynn’s attention too.
“Maddy, I hope you’re not upset.”
Madelynn stared at the broken pieces of what had once been her perfect life. She had spent a lot of time and money finding an artist that could paint her and Oliver at their wedding. And now, that painting was just ruined.