Chapter 3
Oliver had already gotten out of the car, but the girl wouldn't back down—she kept trying to drag me out, too.
The way she was acting so aggressively, I suddenly thought she looked familiar.
Before I could place her, my phone buzzed—it was Eric calling.
"Where are you? I haven't seen you anywhere," Eric said, his voice tinged with irritation.
"Someone's trying to pull a crash scam on me," I said, my voice tight with frustration.
A woman next to him spoke up, her tone full of doubt, "On your wedding day? Maybe even heaven's trying to stop you two from tying the knot."
Eric was clearly losing patience. "Luna, seriously? You can't even walk down the street without getting scammed?
"Is there anything you can actually do right? Just deal with it and grab a cab—everyone's here waiting on you!"
My throat felt all choked up. "Eric, someone's trying to scam me—don't you even care if I'm alright?"
"How do you even get scammed just walking? Honestly, you're more likely to scam someone else than get scammed yourself.
"Just hurry up! Everyone's waiting on you!" Eric snapped.
Then, he hung up on me without another word.
I figured I should probably just get out of the car.
But the moment I tried to step out, that girl latched onto my wrist and refused to let me leave, no matter what I said.
"No one leaves until this is settled!" the girl shouted.
Oliver moved protectively in front of me, shooting the girl a cold glare.
"I'm the owner of this car. If you've got a problem, take it up with me!" he said, his voice icy.
But the girl kept a tight grip on my wrist, refusing to let go.
"No way. For all I know, you two could be in on some hit-and-run scheme," she retorted.
I pointed at my wedding dress, totally speechless.
"I'm getting married today! Why would I want to hurt an old lady?
"What, you think I'm worried she's gonna steal my groom or something?" I said, rolling my eyes.
The girl was momentarily stunned, but she kept her grip on my wrist, refusing to let go.
"Say whatever you want, you're not going anywhere," the girl snapped.
She leaned against the front of the car, clutching the side mirror like she owned the place, her attitude as stubborn as ever.
Now that I could see her face up close, it suddenly clicked—I knew exactly who she was—Allison's cousin.
She'd come to the office a few times to drop off documents for Allison.
No wonder she was so hell-bent on holding me back.
I yanked my hand free and told Oliver to call the cops.
"Since there's been an accident, let's just call the cops and let them sort it out. They'll decide who's in the wrong," I said, keeping my voice calm.
The girl suddenly looked flustered, her eyes darting away.
Just then, my phone buzzed again—it was Eric calling, probably to hurry me up.
But when I picked up, it wasn't Eric on the other end—it was Allison.
She turned on her camera, and there she was, wearing the dress I'd picked out for the wedding toast.
Allison said, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Luna, I never thought your dress would fit me so perfectly.
"Sorry, but Eric saw you weren't coming, so he asked me to go through the motions for you. Can't just let the guests sit around waiting to laugh at him, right?
"If you really can't make it, don't bother. There's someone filming the whole thing, so you can just catch the livestream replay later.
"Alright, we're off to do the toasts," Allison added with a smug little smirk.
I tapped the livestream link she sent, and for a second, I was just frozen in shock.
It was the wedding hall I'd spent ages choosing, but the bride standing up there wasn't me.
The whole place was lively and packed, and not a single person seemed to realize the bride up there wasn't me.
They were toasting together, and suddenly the guests started chanting, "Kiss! Kiss!"
I watched as Eric didn't even hesitate—he just cupped Allison's face and kissed her right there.
The applause kept going, and so did their kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were blushing, looking totally into each other.
I felt a wave of disgust wash over me.
After sitting back in the Maybach, the more I looked at my wedding dress, the more it just annoyed me.
I ripped the headpiece off and tore away half the skirt.
When Oliver came back, he looked even more stunned than before.
"Wait, are you seriously ditching your wedding?" Oliver stammered, eyes wide.
I just stared him down, silent and determined.
"Let me ask you one last time—are you coming with me to get that marriage license or not?" I said, my voice steady.
Oliver was so shocked he started stammering, "W-Wait, you're for real?"
In response, I nodded in determination.
Oliver gunned it, speeding off down the road.
"Hell yes! Let's go!" he shouted, grinning from ear to ear.