I lifted my head with difficulty. My gaze met Ethan's deep eyes.
Three months apart, and he looked even more high-spirited.
The second Serena saw him, she threw herself into his arms, voice dripping with grievance.
"Ethan, Alex knew today was your wedding day, and she still showed up in some beat-up domestic car just to embarrass you. She even mocked me for not being able to afford one."
Ethan swept his gaze over my car—now dented beyond recognition—then looked at me with disgust.
"Alex, several important leaders are attending our wedding today. You show up dressed like that, driving a domestic car—are you trying to make me lose face?"
I glanced down at the work uniform I hadn't had time to change out of.
Sure, it was worn. But it was made of specialized materials—cold-resistant, fire-resistant. You couldn't buy this with money. You couldn't even get it custom-made.
Besides, the leaders attending today? They were coming because of me. Not him.
For years, I'd worked at the Classified Institute. The leadership appreciated my contributions enough to hand Ethan several projects—just to put my mind at ease about the future.
I looked at him and let out a cold laugh.