Sporting a black dress, Rorey looked so beautiful as she always did, yet the most stunning was her necklace.
With a unique design and world-class craftsmanship, the sapphire on her necklace, priceless for sure, is rimmed with a myriad of small dazzling diamonds.
No one could be more familiar with that very necklace than Rosiley. Left by her mother, it ought to be hers, exclusively prepared as her marriage gift.
In no way did she expect to see her mother’s necklace on Rorey’s neck.
She was pissed off, with her sanity burned out by the fire of great anger.
Blue in the face, she thrust her way out through the crowd, lunging at Rorey, glaring at her necklace. “How dare you touch the necklace? It was my mother’s. Now give it to me!” She said in a deep angry voice, as cold as ice.
“Ha! Your mother has been dead. Now that my mother is the only Mrs. Tang, the necklace should belong to her, and as you can see, it’s my marriage gift now.”
Rorey sneered, proclaiming her so-called ownership.
“I told you it’s my marriage gift from my mother. Give it to me! Now!” Rosiley said with rage.
“What if I don’t? Don’t you ever grab it with people all around!”
Rorey said, head held high as if there was nothing to fear.
“How dare you!”
Rosiley yelled as she lunged for the necklace.
While she was reaching for it, Rorey stepped back with a stagger, deliberately, and fell to the ground, as if she had been pushed away.
All of a sudden, dead silence reigned the whole room, with all eyes on them.
Sitting on the cold hard ground, Rorey pretended to be stunned, “Sis, I know you love Yunis, but he’s my fiance. And you can’t just push me like this, even if… even if I said something bothering. You… You’d hurt my unborn baby.”
“I…”
In a state of shock, she was frozen with embarrassment.
She knew she was set up, no need for a twice-thinking.
And Yuni came for Rorey, his eyes cold, shoving Rosiley away, “Rosiley, how malicious are you! You know your sister is pregnant, yet you are so mean to hurt her. Just let go of me, for my whole life, I only love Rorey. Don’t you ever bother me again! It just makes me feel sick.”
Rosiley had expected nothing good from his words; however, what he said was like a hard slap across her face, with the burning sensation felt so real.
And she got hot under the collar, driving her to give the disgusting couple a round of applause.
What a matched couple! They should be nominated for the Oscar, for they were so good an actor and an actress.
The guests burst into an uproar, talking with each other over Rosiley.
“It can’t be true! Is she the bride’s sister? How could she grab her sister’s fiance?
“What a shame! It’s a disaster to have a sister like her.”
“No wonder she loves Mr. Ji, for he is quite perfect. But it’s terrible of her to grab her sister’s fiance and hit her sister.”
All eyes on her with disdain; all words for her without kindness.
“Ha! What a perfect scheming couple!” Rosiley sneered with anger, and her face turned pale, “Yunis Ji, what the hell did you make up? Don’t you ever say it again! Did I bother you? I still remember, just a few days ago, my fiance was you. How could you be so forgetful? Do you need more hints? Well, today is the big day for you and me to get married. You’re so damned, and I wonder where’s your bottom line.”
Yunis never imagined she’d make it bring to light, and he retorted hurry-scurry, “Bullshit! Rosiley Tang, stop your drama. I have never been your fiance.”
Sitting on the ground, Rorey also put on her heart-broken face and said, “Sis, how could you say that? Yunis and I have been so in love that we decided to have this baby. Sis, you’ve gone too far with all the vicious slander.”
Rorey’s words were really something to mislead others, only highlighting their deep affection, while dodging all the dirty tricks she used to get her alone.
All the guests were whispering, for the blessed engagement party turned out to be a cursed battlefield, even more dramatic than the original series of Netflix.
“Rosiley, maybe you pushed them too hard. I know you love Yunis, but he’ll marry your sister. Just leave your best wishes for them, Ok?
Of course, Quinta Qin, Yunis’ mother, would speak for his loving son.
Even if she put it implicitly and mildly, what she meant was to throw mud at Rosiley.
Then, Rosiley took on a ghastlier face.
Hearing Quinta’s words, she could almost feel it, that everyone stared at her with more disdain, like thousands of sharp arrows, ruthlessly shooting her body through.
While she stood there alone, finding herself high and dry.