Yvonne spent the night at Cherry Bay and returned to the film set the next morning after breakfast.
She was in the makeup room getting ready when Shirley, who was already finished, sat down beside her and started chattering away.
"Friends before beaus, huh? You ditched me at that party yesterday to run off with your boyfriend."
"But I'm back to keep you company today, aren't I?" Yvonne replied with a laugh.
"Alright, fine. Since you're here now, I'll forgive you... barely," Shirley joked, then pulled out her phone.
"Did you see the news online? Pictures from the party yesterday are trending."
Yvonne hadn't had time to check her phone, so she took Shirley's and looked at the trending photos.
The photos... were something else.
The pepto-bismol pink dresses were a bold choice—the kind that looks terrible on ninety-five percent of people. The bridesmaids were all wearing them, and the photos were completely unedited.
Only Yolanda, in the center wearing a white couture gown, was perfectly photoshopped from her face and figure down to every single strand of hair.
The comment section was filled with praise for Yolanda.
"Is the bride one of those legendary heiresses? She looks so classy and elegant."
"A union of politics and business, a high-society belle marrying a tycoon's son. It's like a romance novel coming to life! So jealous."
"Congratulations! Wishing them a lifetime of happiness."
"Guess celebrities are just normal people after all. The bride is gorgeous."
"Why does she look so bad in this photo? I don't believe it."


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