"You're really coming? You're not planning to make a scene, are you?"
He could already imagine Melanie standing up when the priest said, "Speak now or forever hold your peace."
But on the traditional wedding happening on the first day, interruptions weren't allowed. It was a sacred ceremony, held for the elders' blessing.
"I told you, I've moved on," she said calmly. "Brother Fei Chuan is like family to me now. I wouldn't miss his wedding."
William sighed in relief. "Alright then. As long as you behave, I'll bring you."
Melanie rolled her eyes. "Then start packing. We're leaving today."
"Huh? The wedding's still two weeks away. We can leave next week," he said, confused.
As someone with private access, he didn't need to book commercial flights or wait in long lines—he could fly out whenever he wanted before the big day.
"Then I'll go first," Melanie said, unfazed, and began packing.
William narrowed his eyes, suspicious. Something didn't feel right.
