JASMINE POV
The dinner went smoothly after that. Mrs. Stone didn’t say another word. Instead, she kept sending me small, poisonous glares across the table. I guess no one had ever dared talk back to her before, judging by how she looked like she needed the whole day to recover.
William’s father, on the other hand, was nice, diplomatic even. He did not mention the scandal or my previous marriage. Instead, he told me the wedding would be at the family’s ancestral estate as it was their family’s tradition to marry there. Honestly, I didn’t care where the wedding took place, as that was the least of my worries.
Right now, my phone screen was lighting up with something worse: a picture of Martin and Kimberly kissing and smiling like they didn't have a care in the world.
Kimberly was wearing
