Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1761

Mrs. Cox was the first to recover from the nasty shock. With a practiced smile, she approached Ursula and invited, “Ah, Sylvain’s mother! The wedding’s just started—your timing is impeccable. Let us sit together.”

Before Mrs. Cox’s extended hand could touch Ursula, the latter slapped it away curtly. With the air of superiority she had summoned, Ursula declared, “Don’t touch me! I’m way too ‘inferior’ to your esteemed family, innit? If you people really gave a sh*t about your in-law, then you wouldn’t have started the wedding before I’m here, would you? Miss me with that disgusting, fake-a** nicey-nice act, if you be sooooo kind!”

Ursula was loud and shrill. Almost everyone heard her, and already the first batch of susurrus joined the room.

Mrs. Cox, at her core, was a thin-skinned woman who valued her face; it was the biggest impetus behind her fiery antagonism against Sylvain and Robin’s relationship, after all. To be denigrated in public like this, right now, made her lose her face—and that turned out to be her shortest fuse.

“Excuse me? It’s you who’s tardy at your son’s wedding. I fail to see your logic in blaming other people for that! What would happen if you didn’t show up by nighttime, huh? Are we supposed to wait for your esteemed presence until then too?” she bristled. “Oh, I know all about your thinking, ma’am. You never once saw us as anything worth your upper-class attention, did you? Otherwise, why is today the first time we’ve ever met? Let me be clear, I may be marrying my daughter off, but it doesn’t mean I’m giving her away. Despite being the groom’s family, you have not been proactive, have exhibited no camaraderie, and now, you put on this bluster as though some peasants have just laid their hands on you. By Jove, who are you trying to impress?! You think you’re sad because your son married my daughter? I say it’s the opposite! It upsets me that my daughter has to marry off into your family!”

Arianne leaped to her feet and took hold of Mrs. Cox’s hand, tugging on it. “Hey, now… Mrs. Cox, please, let us all take our seats. Better not let this delay too much of the event, right? Let us save this conversation for later, okay?”

Meanwhile, Mr. Cox’s blood was boiling. Still, he pressed his flaring temper back for his daughter’s sake.

Sylvain marched from the altar and caught Ursula by her wrist. “Please, just take a seat for now, okay… Mom? There will be a time and place for talks like this after the wedding, but not now,” he stated. “Besides, I informed you about our wedding—early on. Why were you late?”

A loud, acrimonious sneer escaped Ursula’s flaring nostrils. “Oh, yes, you’re not wrong at all. You informed me, darling, but you didn’t discuss with me. I’ve never agreed to you and Robin’s marriage, have I? This whole union was y’all’s irreverent doing—y’all registered yourselves as a married couple! The two of you got that marriage license for so long already, and only now there’s this hullabaloo about a wedding? Ha, y’all can’t fool me—it’s because her family demands it, isn’t it?” she gibed. “You don’t need to say a thing, darling, I can figure it out on my own. They want a car, a house, betrothal gifts and whatnot, don’t they? How much did you have to throw at them, huh? See, this is why I told you—you have to marry someone from the right kind of family, with the same standing and mindset as your own! Otherwise, this is what happens—a family of parasites leeching on you for life. Aren’t you sick of ‘em yet, dear?”