- 7.
As I fell asleep, I got a pillow from Brittany.
“Sis, you had a miscarriage, don’t push it,
even though Mom doesn’t want you, I’ll help
you.”
I looked at her, and the talking started.
Г
I smiled, “Oh, what are you going to do to
help me?”
“Liam told me that Dad gave me money, but
Liam wants to make it up to you, give me that
money?”
Brittany was frozen.
Also, Liam promised that he wasn’t with her.
How did she find out?
Looking at her changing faces, I felt great.
She smiled, and posed, showing off her ring.
“Liam and I are getting married next month,
Dad will announce me to be a part of the
family. Are you coming?”
I smiled, “Of course, I will.”
Walking on the street, I got a call from Liam.
This time, I answered.
“Liam, are you getting married to Brittany?” I
tried to sound soft, so that he would answer.
The other side got scared.
I hung up, and sent him a message, and said
that I would be there for the wedding.
After that, I did my best to keep from getting
found by Liam.
Þ
Looking at how Mrs. Wilson would get on his
nerves, I smiled.
Г
The wedding was in a couple of days.
The wedding was going to be at the best
hotel in the city, and the place was filled with
photos.
Annie, “Woah, Ashley, you came!”
“You, Brittany doesn’t hate you, you just had
to come and see her get married, it’s like…”
“You’re too stubborn, and didn’t get a gift.”
My name wasn’t good, after getting kicked
out of Carter, the people saw my name, and
started whispering about me.
I freed myself, “Yeah, I don’t got any money
to give gifts, Brittany took my stuff, oh yeah,
you too, didn’t you?”
Г
“Before when you stole from me, I didn’t say
anything about you being poor.”
Not paying attention to the murmurs, I went
to the dressing room.
When I opened the door, Mr. and Mrs. Carter,
Wilson, were all there.
Their faces froze.
Brittany came up to me, “Sis, you’re here.”
I dodged her, and gave her photos of her
from when she was younger, “You’ll like this
gift.”
They looked at me, Liam hugged Brittany, and
looked at me.
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Mrs. Carter, “Ashley, we’re don’t have
anything to do with each other, it was your
choice to come here, now don’t try to ruin it.”
I smiled to the Wilsons, “I’m a part of the
family, don’t you mind if I sit at the head
table.”
I turned and left.
In the photo was Brittany, Mrs. Wilson didn’t
beat her when she had her.
She didn’t have the face she had now.
As for what was going to happen, that was
not on me.
