Franklin's wedding came as planned. Although he had once married before, he was Franklin. Besides, they didn't hold a wedding at that time. Therefore, for the public and even the entire Brent Family, it was Franklin's first wedding.
Of course, it was ceremoniously held. Franklin even gave out red envelopes to the people of the whole city like a Lombard.
"Hmph, he is really happy." Emily held the phone and smiled bitterly.
"So are you jealous?" Lisa teased her.
Emily immediately curled her lips and said, "I am not jealous of them at all! When I think about that Avery will spend the rest of her life in that old house, like a cage, I feel so satisfied. She's a young intellectual after all. How can she be so self-deprecating?"
"But do you know how many women want to get in that cage? In your mind, is it so worthless? I think you are really jealous of her."
"And you, are you jealous of her?" Emily asked rhetorically.
Lisa curled her lips and said, "Of course not. I don't love Mr. Brent."
Emily's heart skipped a beat, and she felt somehow bored and impatient. Lisa's words were like a razor, which made her heartache, but she didn't know why.
"Well, we're done talking here. If you have pecked yourself up, just wait here. I have to help Miss Lewis." Lisa looked at the time and said to Emily.
Emily nodded. Although she was just a bridesmaid, her dress was quite gorgeous. Franklin also asked a makeup studio to perk her up. There were about seven or eight people, so she didn't need anyone else to serve her.
The wedding was held in a five-star hotel of the Brent Family. They would first have a big reception, and then they would go on their honeymoon. It was said that the ship was ready, and there would be a luxurious seven-day tour with a group of people, and then they would enjoy the time of themselves alone.
When Lisa told Emily the schedule of the wedding, Emily only curled her lips, and finally commented with several words: "Too much vanity and money to burn."
Of course, Emily was inevitably mocked by Lisa that Emily was jealous of them.
Now that she was perking herself up in this room. Avery also had her makeup studio, and they were coincidentally in the next room. Emily was near Avery, and each of their room was big enough, but Franklin was somehow crazy. He just wouldn't let the two meet each other, let alone have them get their makeup on in the same room.
"You are so beautiful. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." After Emily got her makeup on, the makeup artist looked at her and praised her, smiling.
Emily smiled bitterly and said calmly, "The beauty today is not the heroine and I am here just to be outshined by the other. The one next door is more beautiful. That's the heroine."
The makeup artist was embarrassed by her words. Because they couldn't understand what was going on, they could only smile awkwardly.
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open and a tall man rushed in.
The assistant of the makeup studio was at the door and was pushed so hard that she almost fell to the ground.
When the assistant came to her senses, she quickly stopped the person and asked, "Who are you? How can you barge in? This is the ladies' dressing room, men are not allowed in."
"Get out of the way." The man scolded coldly.
Emily frowned. Why did it sound so familiar?
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