Boston Mother Cancels Twenty Two Million Dollar Wedding Gift After Morning Betrayal
Michael and Victoria stood on the landing, surrounded by guests throwing handfuls of dried lavender.
Victoria’s brother, Julian, stood near them, his hands in his pockets, watching the crowd with a small, lazy smirk.
Victoria turned, her white satin dress moving against the stone as she saw me approaching.
Her sweet, sharp face went completely blank for a second before she forced her lips into a wide, bright smile.
She rotated her diamond engagement ring around her finger, her knuckles turning white.
“Beatrice,” she said, her voice high and sweet, though her eyes remained cold as ice.
She stepped toward me, her arms outstretched.
She leaned in, her cheek brushing against mine, her breath cold against my skin.
“You look lovely, Beatrice, I did not think you would make it,” she whispered.
Her grip on my shoulders tightened, her fingers digging through the heavy wool of my coat.
She stared directly at my hairline, trying to find the seam.
I kept my smile fixed, my spine straight.
Victoria’s smile faltered as she hugged Beatrice on the church steps.
