Three years after his death ,he was stood up at his wedding

When I got Nathan Gray's wedding invite, I was really upset. I grabbed the invitation and stopped. Holding the invitation, I was lost in thought, and before I knew it, my rival had taken me for a ride. I lost a bundle to them. A kid ghost peeked over my shoulder. "Nathan? He's the one who sent a lot of flowers to you from the other side." The invitation was written by Nathan. No one would burn an invitation to me on purpose. Considering Nathan's habit of sending me flowers whenever he got the chance, I decided to forgive his audacity. The group lost interest in rolling the dice and gathered together with a mischievous air, gossiping animatedly: "He was so wealthy; I would have loved to go and check out his wedding." I gave a wry smile: "Come on, he was quite the character. If you really got to know him, it would have broken all your romantic notions." I've known Nathan for over ten years and we've been at odds for most of that time. When I was young, Nathan was shy. I was bold. I grabbed a frog and shoved it into Nathan's hand. I told him to kiss it and make it a prince. Nathan was scared and cried. My parents beat me. I was beaten up, but I didn't care. I disliked Nathan for being timid. Nathan said I was treacherous, wanted to see the frog turn into a prince, but didn't dare kiss it. When I started junior high, I began to pay attention to my image and learned to moderate my words and actions. I'm not reckless anymore. I even put on the little white dress that I never touched before. Nathan laughed so hard he crowed, saying I was imitating the school belle, cause she usually dressed like this. I was angry, so I put mustard in his cake. In high school, I liked the gym student in my class. I wrote a love letter and asked Nathan to give it to him. I didn't expect that after he embellished the story, he directly handed the love letter to my mom. My mother ridiculed me. I'm still angry about that love letter. I wasn't weak either. I cursed Nathan and couldn't send any more love letters. The ghostbuster asked, "Will you go to the wedding?" "Yes, why not? The invitations have been sent." Nathan has burned me a handwritten note before. In the past three years, Nathan has sent lots of notes, as if they were text messages. "Olivia, I took ugly pictures of you, right? I won't delete them." "Olivia, you can't win by hiding. Our fight is not over." "Olivia, if you scare me, I'll admit I've lost." "Olivia, I was in a car accident and had a concussion. I remember now. I'll never forget what you did to me. You know I'm holding a grudge. It's too late!" I didn't get any flowers from Nathan for half a year. He'd bring me a lot of flowers before, so that I could show off in hell forever as someone still remembered me and loved me. I locked the note in the safe, took the money and went to the biggest casino in hell. After turning into a spirit, I was very lucky. I won a lot of money at the casino. I used my winnings to help build hell. The King of Hell was happy. I was not chased by the casino boss. Nathan burned a lot of clothes and bags too. This time was different. Nathan burnt me a wedding dress. Layer upon layer of romantic tulle, intricate and delicate lace embroidery, and the perfectly placed off-the-shoulder design were my favorite elements and designer creations when I was alive. The child ghost looked surprised. "Hey, is this dress for Nathan's wedding?" Who would wear a wedding dress to a wedding, unless they were there to steal the spotlight? I shook my head, angry. "The jerk, he must be mocking me, like I don't even have the chance to wear a wedding dress." The wedding dress and invitation came with the mail. There was also a note. It rambled on with a paragraph: "Olivia, I'm getting married, and I won't be bringing you any more flowers. You must be angry. Just keep all the flowers and I’ll enjoy them with you after I die."