Uncle Kinsley, visibly disgusted, stood up and left without another word.
Brandon, holding his glass mid-air, froze. Embarrassment twisted his face, and he lashed out, shoving me aside. “Useless! You can’t handle even a small task! Forget about the wedding—you don’t deserve it!”
Caught off guard in my heels, I stumbled and fell hard, my ankle swelling and reddening almost immediately. Pain shot through me, and tears welled up in my eyes.
People around us glanced over, whispering among themselves. Uncle Kinsley rushed over and helped me up, concern evident on his face.
Brandon, however, walked off without so much as a backward glance.
Uncle Kinsley wanted to confront him, but I stopped him, thanking him for his kindness. I hobbled to the lounge and tended to my injury.
As I passed the garden on my way back, I heard Brandon’s voice.
I paused and turned to see him laughing with a group of familiar acquaintances.
“Hey, I caught you and that little secretary in the bathroom earlier. Aren’t you worried Serena will find out?” one of them teased.
Brandon smirked, taking a slow drag of his cigarette.
“Let her find out. It’s not like she can leave me.” He chuckled.