Chapter 3

Michelle said, "I feel so sorry for Fiona, having to marry an idiot like you!"

With that, she opened the door.

The room was already crowded with Fiona's relatives.

I was rooted to the spot, taking several deep breaths. All I wanted was to get out of there.

But just as I set the takeout down on the table, Michelle snapped at me, "Alright, forget about the takeout. Come over and finish talking about the engagement gift with me.

"Then go to a five-star hotel and pick up some ready-made seafood. Fiona's uncles want oysters, caviar, and prime rib. With…