Logan had been living with me for years, seemingly doing nothing productive. To help him gain experience, I had entrusted him with managing the smallest company under my name, All Grand Group.
Little did I know that would become the very capital Felicity was now flaunting to bask in the spotlight.
When I walked in, the classmates who had been so eager to flatter her just moments ago suddenly furrowed their brows, looking at me with evident disdain.
One of Felicity's lackeys spotted the car behind me and rushed over with a sneer.
"Megan, you're really something else. Did you actually rent a Bentley just to come to Felicity's wedding and save face?"
At that, the others chimed in with scornful remarks.
"No wonder you had the nerve to show up; you just wanted to play pretend, right? Renting a car like that must cost you at least three months' salary!"
"Some people just love to put on a show. As if pretending to be rich could ever stack up against Felicity's husband!"
"Seriously, is it that hard to admit others are doing better than you? Why go through all that trouble to rent a fancy car just to keep up with the Joneses?"
Despite their derogatory comments, I remained calm.