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"What does she mean?" The man snapped, irritation evident in his voice. "Afraid I'd cause her trouble?"
Dillon nodded.
Mr. Casper was sharp, figuring it out instantly.
"Let's go. We're leaving the hospital."
Casper was fuming.
All the way back, Dillon didn't dare utter a word or even breathe too loudly, terrified of further angering Casper and getting thrown out of the car.
The tension was palpable.
...
David and Eliza's engagement party was a grand affair, inviting not only Casper but also many of Falconridge's elite.
Early that morning, Eliza slipped into the white cocktail dress David had carefully picked out for her. She stood at the door, greeting guests.
The dress, with its off-shoulder design and snug fit around her waist, highlighted her slender figure. She looked stunning.
Sometimes, she felt a little lost.
She and Casper had never had an engagement party.
When they first got married, she envied others who had grand engagement celebrations. Even watching proposal videos online filled her with regret.
Indeed, it was a regret.
She never wore a proper wedding dress, only posing for a photo in one that wasn't even considered a bridal portrait.
That photo was long gone.
The memories between her and Casper were fading, and soon they would vanish completely from each other's lives.
She let out a bitter laugh.
Why was she thinking of Casper again?
No, it wasn't him she was thinking about, but rather her past self's emptiness.
While Eliza was lost in thought, Casper and Dillon arrived, one after the other.
"Congratulations, Mr. David."
Hearing Casper's voice, Eliza lifted her gaze towards him.
Their eyes met, and she quickly looked away.
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