I let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, really? Then why am I the one married to Jonathan, and not you?”
I stepped closer, looked at Alicia with indifference, and said in a sincere tone, “You could’ve had him marry you. I never stopped that from happening. So, why didn’t you make him do it?”
The look on her face was awful, and her whole expression seemed contorted with frustration. She looked like she wanted to lunge at me, but then noticed the people watching and swallowed her anger, biting down hard on her lip.
I let out a cold snort and turned to leave.
The venue was massive, and finding Frederick wasn’t exactly easy. I had no choice but to weave through the crowd.
The whole party was extravagant. It was clearly a sign of how much Jonathan valued Alicia. The champagne tower alone looked like it had over a hundred layers. It was grand, towering, and people instinctively kept their distance as they passed by.
Far ahead, I spotted a familiar figure that looked like Frederick’s. My eyes lit up, and I lifted the hem of my dress to head in his direction. But just then, steady footsteps sounded behind me, and I heard Jonathan’s deep voice.
“Elise,” he called my name, but I pretended not to hear him. I didn’t even want to look back and just picked up my pace toward Frederick.
I walked faster, trying to lose Jonathan behind me, but when I turned my head again, Frederick
was no longer in sight. I spun around, scanning the crowd. After a while, I finally spotted him not too far away.
“Frederick!” I called out and began to run toward him.
I had only taken a few steps when I noticed a server on the other side pushing a dessert cart toward the champagne tower. He didn’t see it, and the cart clipped the edge of the table before the champagne tower started to sway, trembling on its base.
I looked up and saw Frederick and Jonathan both standing close by, neither of them aware of what was coming down right above them.
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