Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 937 Let’s Get The Show on The Road

"Brendan really knows how to choose his woman, dang! Remember Charlene McKinney? That one was gorgeous too, man.Too bad the woman this time..."

Someone began to compare the bride herself with Deirdre.

"I thought Charlie McKinsey was pretty, but now his ex-wife's cousin is here, I gotta say… damn.

That ain’t a gap.It’s an entire level of difference!"

"Maybe Brendan cares more about the vibe, ya know? But if it were me, I'd definitely tie my knot with McKinnon, 100%."

The crowd began to laugh up their sleeves while Charlene had to maintain a smile despite broiling.

What did these little sh*ts mean by ‘an entire level of difference'? Were they blind or nuts!? And that b*tch! The color and style of the dress should have made it impossible to shine in an event as grand as this! How the hell did she turn a piece of rock into a gemstone!? She used the dress to somehow elevate herself! F*cking b*tch! Charlene whipped her head in the direction of the stylist following her, irate.

The surprised stylist shook their head anxiously as a way to tell her they had no idea what had happened.

Charlene took a deep breath.

Fine! Let her win this one.

There were plenty more tricks up her sleeves! She beckoned to a waitress and asked, "How’s the preparation?"

"It’s complete."

her

cruel smile pooled into

a

she could amend the

redid

into that room...well, everything would be

live to the screen in

how much of a disgusting wh*re Deirdre was!

a distance from where she

glass, she held it without taking a

of them approached her and asked, "Is this Miss

Deirdre nodded.

"What is it?"

Mr.Brighthall will have their wedding ceremony outdoors, but it’s going to go on for a while, and there will not be any chairs on site.Mr.Brighthall was worried that your heels would make standing for long hours uncontrollable for you, so he told me to escort you to

"Brendan?"

Deirdre’s furrowed eyebrows relaxed.

Please, lead the

hall as Charlene watched, her anticipation rising in tandem.It reached a fever pitch when Deirdre’s silhouette disappeared into a corner.She even lost the mood for small

about was the performance she had

screen lit up, though, a waitress

bout of gastric issues.He said you have his medicines with you, so he wanted you to see