?Chapter 118:


    Makenna’s POV:


    Lily’s curious gaze felt like a spotlight on me as I made my way upstairs to change. The servant’s arrival was a blessing, offering me the perfect excuse to escape the scrutiny.


    Once I was dressed, I was relieved to find that the high cor of the dress neatly concealed the marks on my neck.


    I let out a sigh of relief, my mind racing with thoughts. Could Bryan have arranged for this dress himself?


    The thought was quickly dismissed. Bryan was far too cruel to be considerate.


    It had to be a mere coincidence.


    As I reassured myself, the servant’s voice called from outside the door. “Miss Dunn, are you ready? We should go.”


    “Yes! I’ming!” I replied, giving the dress onest adjustment before holding the hem and heading downstairs.


    Descending the stairs, I felt Lily’s gaze follow me closely.


    Fearing that the servant outside might notice something, I reminded her quietly, “No need to make lunch for me today.”


    Lily quickly masked her curiosity and nodded. “Alright. You should go.”


    I was relieved she didn’t press further and took a deep breath.


    But I couldn’t shake the feeling that her gaze was tinged with something unusual.


    Was it rted tost night?


    The thought made my cheeks flush, and I silently hoped she would soon forget about it.


    Shaking off my difort, I hurried outside and got into the car, guided by the waiting servant.


    As the car pulled away from the pce, I gazed out at the changing scenery, my emotions in turmoil.


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    Since the day I first arrived at the pce, I had longed to leave, but I never imagined my departure would be for Jessica and Frank’s wedding.


    It felt surreal and absurd.


    A bitterugh escaped me as I thought about facing many people from my past, including my father and stepmother. How would I handle seeing them?


    I sighed, my thoughts a tangled mess.


    Soon, the car arrived at a church.


    I stepped out to the soft strains of music drifting through the air.


    I froze.


    The song ying was one I had once told Frank I loved, a tune I had hoped would y at our wedding if we ever had one.


    I never expected it to be yed at his wedding—just not with me.


    A pang of bitterness clenched at my heart. Even though I had moved past my feelings for Frank, it still hurt to see this.


    The churchwn was decorated with a stunning array of flowers, many of which I had suggested to Frank when we were together.


    Now, they adorned his wedding with Jessica.


    Guests were already mingling on thewn. I spotted Frank and Jessica not far away, greeting the arriving guests with bright smiles, looking every bit the happy couple.


    I watched them with a detached expression for a moment before taking a deep breath. I forced myself to push aside theplex and painful emotions swirling inside me. Holding the hem of my dress, I made my way slowly toward them.


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