"Kyle, let me be crystal clear—for the last time: if at your sister’s wedding you’re still acting like this, don’t blame me for washing my hands of you as my son."
Kyle’s words trailed off—Joe had zero patience left to hear him out. The bridal designer was already there, and he was too busy helping his beloved daughter pick out her gown to deal with Kyle’s drama.
Joe and Angelica left together, Angelica pretended to excuse Kyle: "Dad, Kyle’s a good person—he’s just hurting too much over Selina. Please don’t be mad at him; after all, someone did lose their life..."
"Angelica, you’re too kind," Joe replied, half-smiling. "You worry too much. Go pick out your dress—you have to be the most beautiful bride in the world."
Kyle watched their retreating figures, sinking into a swirl of doubt. Kind? Seriously? Whether or not Angelica is a Morris heiress, she’s responsible for someone’s death—how the heck did that turn into "kind" in Dad’s eyes?
...
The engagement day finally arrived—and yes, it was exactly the seventh day after Selina’s death. The grounds of the Sapphire Valley Villa were filled with things to celebrate—not a hint of mourning. This was clearly a festive occasion.
Since Selina was presumed dead, she stayed back on the third floor. Amid the buzz of bridal preparations below, she sat biting into an apple and kept her eyes peeled for Angelica.
Soon, the Morris Family’s cars rolled in theatrically. Selina smiled to herself, tossed the apple core aside, and dialed Luke: "Are you ready?"
In a small, determined whisper, he replied: "Everything’s set—I’ve got this."
...
Angelica descended the car steps as the star of the event. Her dress was elegant yet subtly luxurious, and dozens of guests gathered to greet her like royalty.
"Congratulations, Ms. Angelica! When do you and Mr. Reid plan to register?"
Angelica smiled shyly. "I’m waiting for Logan. With Selina having just passed, there’s no rush."
"I heard Grandpa Reid invited reporters—tonight’s engagement is being livestreamed. Congratulations on finally getting what you wanted!"
Angelica responded with modest poise, "Actually, this was also Selina’s wish..."
She radiated the aura of a gracious hostess, projecting the message: "Logan loves me, and I’m now the lady of the Reid Group."
Glancing around, the crowd exchanged discreet looks. Though today was the seventh day since Selina died, no one uttered her name. It was as if that "former Mrs. Reid" had died and never existed—her presence erased entirely.
"Please take a seat, everyone," Angelica announced. "I have to go upstairs and change."
With the grace of a lady of the house, she swept into Sapphire Valley Villa’s grand foyer. Spotting Miller Butler, her tone shifted to imperious command: "Are my rooms ready?"
Miller clenched his jaw. "Miss Angelica, yes, it’s ready."
"Watch your mouth!" Angelica snapped. "Don’t call me Miss Angelica! Call me Mrs. Reid! I’m the mistress of Sapphire Valley Villa now—you’d better show some damn respect!"
"Yes, ma’am." Miller forced himself to stay calm—he couldn’t mess up the madam’s plans. It took everything in him to choke out the words: "Mrs. Reid."
Angelica nodded approvingly. "Good—lead the way."
Without hesitation, she strode toward the master suite. Joe, photographers, hair and makeup artists, and a small entourage followed in a flurry behind her, carting away anything she didn’t like.
Miller Butler could barely make out a few words:
"Anything Selina used is bad luck now."
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