"Fine. Just perfect." I let out a cold laugh. "They're openly provoking me now. Take me over there."
Vito and Tiffany were standing outside, held back by the security guards.
Both of them wore flashy clothes, and Tiffany held Ample's leash tightly in her hand.
She wore an elegant, striking white gown. She did not look like a regular wedding guest at all—she looked like a rival bride here to take my place.
Even the dog was dressed up. It wore a tiny tie around its neck and a small flower basket on its head, like a wedding flower attendant.
I smiled and said in a gentle tone, "Tiffany, pets are not permitted inside the wedding venue."
Tiffany's face darkened at once. "Show some respect, Sabrina! Ample is family to me."
She stroked Ample's head, her eyes full of defiance. "What's more,
