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"Shame to waste such a thoughtful gift. My groom and I already have our rings. We're good." With everyone watching, I chucked the sapphire ring straight into the champagne tower. Ignoring the murmurs, I took a ring from the ring bearer and slid it onto my new groom's finger. Emmett Everhart—best man turned husband—was just as good-looking as Malcolm, maybe better. Broader, too. We hadn't talked much before, but something about him felt weirdly familiar. He raised an eyebrow, then quietly slid a ring onto my finger. The room exploded with gasps.

I said as I stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at him in the living room. He put the pen down and looked at me, giving me a soft smile. "No matter what, I want to give you the best, Ms. Caldwell. I know you might not have feelings for me, but you always come first in my heart." As our eyes met, I felt a fleeting pang in my heart, something I hadn't felt in a long time. "You don't need to feel burdened," he continued with a gentle smile. "Just focus on being a beautiful bride."

Chapman Senior rolled his eyes and shot back, "I may be old, but I'm neither deaf nor blind. Do you really think I'd get something this important wrong?" "Mr. Chapman Senior was very clear. Beatrice chose Nathaniel as her fiancé," Isaac added. George cut him off. "No, that can't be right. There must have been some mix-up!" He then turned to me, desperation in his eyes. "Bea, this is a mistake, right? You picked me, but Grandpa must have misheard." "I chose Nate," I answered with a cold smile. Nathaniel's head snapped up at the way I addressed him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

ETHAN I fix my clothes. “Cool. What’s your favorite kind of takeout?” The way she ponders this question is cute as hell. That one thought enough to make me realize I’m in trouble. “Chinese,” she finally says. “Okay. Favorite thing on the menu.” “That feels like a trick question. It’s hard to choose. But gun to my head, I’ll say it’s between orange chicken and boneless spareribs.” “Why did I think you were going to name something light and dainty,” I joke.

“Mia, not every woman needs to live off a man like you do. Move.” I had no interest in wasting energy arguing. I gestured for them to step aside, planning to wait for Daniel elsewhere. “Wait!” Mia’s voice suddenly rose. Her gaze locked on my wrist, eyes widening. “E-Evelyn, what’s that on your hand?” People nearby began glancing over, curious. Before I could answer, Mia’s voice rang out, full of shock. “Is that… a Patek Philippe Aquanaut Luce? The minute repeater edition? Limited to five pieces worldwide? Three million dollars?”

Even amongst sisters, they strive for authority. The question of who has the most followers? Who has the best looks?, the best shoes, the best of clothes, the best bags, jewelries, even perfumes. The number one thing they will always drag in is the matter of who's got the most handsome and richest boyfriend. In the whole of Above The Hills, Cassandra happens to be the one topping the charts and keeping every other girl below her. This was because she was hooked up with Sammy, the most richest kid in the city but it seems her position was soon going to be rubbed off her.