The entire hall gasped, shocked and unable to believe what they’d just heard. Murmurs rippled through the crowd as I stood there, speechless, blinking in disbelief. I finally managed to whisper, "W-What?"
Marco shook his head, his expression firm. "I just can’t see you as someone I’d want as a wife."
Before I could fully process his words, Enzo snatched the microphone from Marco. "Even though you didn’t choose me, I was relieved. But if you had chosen me, I’m sorry, but we don’t want you, Elena."
The whispers grew louder, echoing painfully in my ears.
"Oh my God, this is humiliating.”
“How embarrassing for her."
“The brothers rejected her.”
I felt an unbearable ache in my chest as if every comment was a stab to my heart. I took a step back, the humiliation suffocating, making it hard to breathe. I started to hyperventilate, desperately gasping for air.
And then, suddenly, someone unexpected appeared at my party.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
All eyes shifted to the person who had just entered. The moment she arrived, Marco and Enzo's faces lit up with excitement, both of them clearly thrilled by her presence. But as soon as I saw her face, a surge of intense anger rose within me.