Chapter 8 She's Not Coming Tomorrow

Eventually, Carl simply told Rosalyn to get some rest.

But she didn't—she had plenty to do.

After handing over the tasks she had on hand at work, she compiled and sorted all the documents, including Carl's itinerary.

At the pantry, she heard her colleagues gossiping that Carl had rented every electronic billboard in Cromwell to livestream his wedding.

The next day, Rosalyn had sorted all her possessions into boxes and donated what she didn't need to charity.

She then overheard one of the volunteers talking about the Hammonds inviting all of Cromwell to a public banquet celebrating Eric's wedding—anyone could attend, and without even bringing gifts.

And on the third day, she traveled to Mount Eternity, spending six hours grinding off her and Carl's names that they had sculpted on the Timeless Stone.

By the time she was done, her fingers were bleeding.

Later that night, she saw Carl and Zoe being interviewed together, where Carl promised a breathtaking wedding ceremony.

On the fourth day, the day before the two weddings, Rosalyn arrived at the wedding hall as Carl and Zoe rehearsed.

Zoe was even eagerly inviting Rosalyn on stage, chirping, "Ms. Jones, you'll stand behind me so I can throw my bouquet to you. That way, you'll inherit our blessing and find a partner soon."

Rosalyn did as she asked and watched as the entire wedding was rehearsed, with Carl reading the wedding vow to Zoe and putting the ring on her finger.

Still, as Zoe closed her eyes, waiting for a kiss, Carl didn't kiss her.

Instead, he had turned to Rosalyn to find her staring at him in turn, calm and composed.

He found her such a stranger this way, and there was this nagging but unknown feeling in his heart, coupled with unease and panic.

"Alright, the rehearsal is done. I'm tired," Carl said just before the kiss.

Part of Rosalyn wished she could see them kiss—it would only make her heart grow colder toward Carl. She wouldn’t see it tomorrow, though; she wasn’t coming to the wedding.

"Carl…" Zoe pouted unhappily because she really wanted to kiss Carl as Rosalyn watched—so that she wouldn't hold on to any false hopes.

However, Carl ignored Zoe and called out, "Rosalyn, over here."

"Yes, Mr. Grant?" Rosalyn asked formally.

He stared at Rosalyn as he loosened his necktie, clearly having things to say but not knowing how to say them.

Eventually he merely threw her his necktie. "Get me a new one."

Once he was out of earshot, Zoe promptly went up and snatched Carl's necktie away, growling coolly at Rosalyn, "I don't want to see you tomorrow. Don't you dare show your face at my wedding."

She saw how Carl was looking at Rosalyn earlier and knew that Carl must have refrained from kissing her for Rosalyn's sake.

She wanted Rosalyn to come to her wedding before so that Rosalyn could watch them be happy and back off.

But now, she regretted the idea—she was really worried that Rosalyn would pull something.

Rosalyn smiled faintly as she saw the panic on Zoe's face. "Well, that's one less bridesmaid for you."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about a thing," Zoe threatened viciously. "Either way, you'd better not show up, or you'll be humiliated."

Rosalyn nodded quietly, remembering Zoe at the boutique the other day, and hooked her finger at Zoe. "Sure, but there's something I need to tell you."

"What?" Zoe blurted.

Though reluctantly, she tamely walked toward Rosalyn when the latter suddenly reached out and grabbed her.

Zoe's eyes widened as she felt a sharp pain thrusting into her hip. "How dare—"

"Ms. Quayle," Rosalyn spoke out loud, drowning out her voice. "Allow me to wish you all the best with Mr. Grant, and may you start a happy family soon."

And with every word, she thrusted the needle deeper into Zoe's waist, just as Zoe had done to her the other day.