Amara sighed, understanding Elysia's plight. "As long as you don't regret it. But if you do, remember to cut your losses before you start feeling miserable."
"Yeah, I know," Elysia replied, staring blankly out the window from her spot on the couch, lost in thought.
Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She picked it up, and after a few moments of listening, her brow furrowed. "Jessica’s here too?" she practically shouted.
"Alright, got it. I'm coming over now."
Elysia abruptly ended the call, tossed her robe aside, and began getting dressed with urgency.
Amara followed her into the room. "What's going on? Jessica showed up?"
"Yes, despite saying she shouldn't come to the wedding, she's here. It's like she's trying to push my buttons."
Elysia, known for her fiery temper, was now seething. She quickly changed and stormed downstairs, with Amara hurrying behind her.
They reached the hotel lobby, where guests were being received. Near the entrance stood a woman in a white cotton dress, looking up at Dorian with adoration in her eyes. They were standing way too close for comfort.
Elysia paused for a split second upon seeing the scene, then burst out, "What are you doing here? Who invited you?"
"Elysia!" Dorian's voice was sharp, his brow creased. "Why are you yelling?"
"Why am I yelling? You're not happy with me yelling at her?"
Elysia stepped forward, but Dorian held her back.
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