Right Person, Wrong Time

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"Yes. Nicole offended many people and they want her dead!" A cruel look came into Queenie's eyes. She had already sent out her people; Nicole would be kidnapped the moment she stepped out of the Wrenn Residence.

Lydia naturally despised Nicole deeply and wished to tear Nicole to pieces. It's because of the b*tch that I have to live such a horrible life now. If Lydia ever went out and was seen by passers-by, every one of them would hurl insults at her. She had had enough of this and would make Nicole pay the price by plunging her into darkness just when Nicole was at her happiest. I want her dead. I want her to die a horrible death!

"We must make the b*tch pay!" Lydia gritted out.

Queenie reached out and held both Lydia's hands, reassuring her, "Mom, don't worry. I've found three men to do the deed. I refuse to believe that Colton will still be interested in a woman who has been tainted by other men!"

Colton always had a high sense of morality and consequently also high expectations of his partner. If he knew that Nicole had been with other men, he would never want her anymore. Queenie couldn't wait any longer and just wanted Nicole to pay for everything!

The entire Gould residence became busy due to the impending wedding between Nicole and Colton.

Nicole had to try on wedding dresses and make-up looks. For the past few days, the moment she woke up, she would be settled before the mirror where she stared at her ethereally-styled self in confusion. She carefully counted down the days; she would be married to Colton the day after tomorrow. The thought made her heart thump. Even if she was already prepared to marry him, she still felt lost and anxious as the day approached.

However, Evelyn had been unusually quiet and didn't come looking for trouble. Even if Evelyn ran into Nicole in the Gould Residence, Evelyn would pretend she hadn't seen Nicole. Nicole had assumed Evelyn couldn't tolerate Nicole being with Colton and thus do something. Has Evelyn really let go? she wondered.

"Nicole." A warm elderly voice spoke, and Nicole turned toward the source by habit before realizing that it was Rita.

Standing up, Nicole held up the skirt of her wedding dress slightly and walked two steps forward to support the old lady. "Hi. Do you need anything?"

Rita's eyes became half-lidded as she looked at Nicole with some sentiment. She placed a hand on Nicole's wrist with a smile. "Nothing. I'm just here to look at you. You look so pretty in the wedding dress."

Nicole nodded with a smile and thanked her. "Thank you, Mrs. Gould."

Rita looked at her sentimentally. "You've suffered so much in the past. I don't care what other people think; I just know that you are my granddaughter and I want to give you the best. I want you to get married in a grand fashion."