“What the hell is taking so long? Are you really trying to get us all killed, you bloody Ros…?” A voice echoed from outside the bridal room. The angry voice kept getting closer. Rose knew that voice. She clearly heard the difference between that voice and the voices of people inside her room. They all were polite and worried even though they belonged to a mafia group. Yet the voice shrieking at her was supposed to be from a rich, sophisticated, cultured lady, but she was howling like a bad-tempered pig.Ursa appeared before everyone, looking furious. The moment she saw Emerson and Fiona, her mouth automatically shut up. She immediately started smiling, and her voice softened. “Oh, sweetie! What is taking so much time?” She didn’t care about Rose, never had, so she didn’t see the bandage around her palm or the two pairs of shoes placed near her feet.“Oh, my dear daughter! Everyone is waiting for the bridal entry. Let’s go! Why are you guys here? It’s our job to bring the bride, not you
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