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64: Night surprises

Penulis: Authoress Awe
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Benjamin.

“You brought the wedding forward and you didn't think to tell me?”

“You are the one who wanted me to get married with urgency, I have finally seen the reason,” I responded. My mother sighed. I didn't need her to be in front of me to know that she rolled her eyes.

“I want this wedding to be the biggest and largest there has ever been.”

“Why waste so much on something that isn't real?”

“Oh, you're wrong, this is going to be as real as it can be. I had to send the bastard and his slut of a mother invited.”

Did she invite William? What the fuck? Why was I just finding out about this?

“Mom…” I dragged, already annoyed about the way she was running things.

“I had to, they need to be there to see for themselves that the marriage is genuine.”

She had a point but still, I didn't want William anywhere that wedding because of the sudden attraction he had developed for Oliver. I don't think I would be able to stand seeing them in a proximity that close.

‘But you're getting married and
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