In the grand cathedral, basically owned by the Thorn family given their endless donations, the air was thick with expensive perfume and polished wealth. Everywhere Lisa looked, she saw designer brands, diamond necklaces catching the chandelier light, tailored suits that probably cost more than her mother's yearly salary. Even the church itself felt less like a place of worship and more like a monument to the Thorn name. A woman seated near the front glanced at Lisa's dress before leaning toward her companion, whispering something behind a feathered fan. The other woman smirked without bothering to hide it. Somewhere behind her, she heard another voice murmur, "That's the Sterling girl?" followed by a low chuckle. Lisa's fingers tightened around the bouquet. Jake's mother sat in the front pew like royalty upon a throne, posture elegant, expression unreadable. But Lisa noticed the slight narrowing of her eyes, her lips curling into a smile, she had always been kind to her despit
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