Holly’s laughter rang out, unrestrained and mocking.
“Yasmine, who would’ve thought your infamous curse label would reach your dear husband’s ears so fast?”
She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. “A curse and a loser. You two are a match made in heaven.”
My fists balled up tight, knuckles popping with the strain.
Anthony stumbled in, shoved by his buddies, his face a mask of reluctance.
Holly, spotting him, crossed her arms and stood tall, her statuesque figure drawing eyes even in a crowded room.
However, Anthony’s gaze cut through the crowd, fixed solely on me.
I caught sight of his striking features and paused, taken aback.
His stern look was even more captivating up close than any celebrity splashed across a movie poster.
It made sense why Holly always bragged about Anthony’s good looks.
Noticing the boutonniere pinned to my chest, Anthony realized the bride had been switched.
His brows knitted together as he blurted, “Why is it you? Wasn’t I marrying Holly?”
Holly, already irked by being overshadowed, snapped back without missing a beat, “Marry you, a lowly grunt? As if you’re worth my time.”
She ran her fingers through her sleek black braids, tilted her chin up defiantly, and turned away.
Anthony’s face fell as he grasped the gravity of his mistake.
I spoke with a steady voice. “You promised to marry the girl who once saved your life. That girl is me.”
Anthony’s eyes widened in shock, his breathing became heavy, and he stared at me with intense seriousness.
It was as if he had been anticipating that moment for ages.
“I know.”
A shiver ran through me as a daring thought crossed my mind.
“Sorry. Let’s get this wedding back on track. I want to marry you!”
The crowd was thrown for a loop by Anthony’s behavior, but his mother quickly defused the tension with a laugh.
