Chapter 2
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Jason waved his phone in front of my face. "We can't get a marriage certificate, but I'll throw you a proper wedding to make up for it. This is what the venue looks like after setup."
My gaze fell to the photo on his phone—The entire venue was filled with all kinds of flowers, looking lavish and grand.
However, just one small thing—I am allergic to pollen.
It's Eve who loves flowers more than anything.
Once, I reacted so severely that I went into shock and had to be hospitalized. When I opened my eyes again, the always-strong Jason was crying like a mess in front of me.
He said he would protect me from then on, and this would never happen again. But now he acts like he doesn't care at all.
An elegantly arranged wedding venue, but the bride is allergic to pollen.
So who exactly is this make-up wedding for?
I lost all interest, quietly went back to bed and closed my eyes.
Early the next morning, he drove me to the bridal shop to pick out a wedding dress.
Just as I was about to get in the car, someone looped their arm through mine. Eve poked her head out in front of me and said, "Angela, I want to sit in the passenger seat."
Before I could answer, Jason made the decision for me, "Honey, Eve gets carsick, switch seats with her."
Eve immediately opened the passenger door with a big smile on her face. Sitting in the back seat, I watched them feed each other snacks openly and affectionately.
I suddenly remembered that Jason once solemnly swore that only his future wife could sit in his passenger seat.
I already get carsick, and now I felt even sicker to my stomach.
When we arrived at our destination, the shop assistant led us into the store.
I immediately spotted a pure white wedding dress encrusted entirely with diamonds, displayed front and center.
I walked toward it involuntarily, reaching up to brush my hand over the fabric.
This is exactly the wedding dress I have told Jason I dreamed of, countless times. Tears fell before I could stop them.
The next second, Jason pulled my hand away. "Babe, you got the wrong one. That's Eve's bridesmaid dress. This one is yours."
He led me to a plain, grayish-tinged wedding dress. A chunk was torn out of the hem, which had also yellowed, and we had no idea what had damaged it.
I froze, staring at Jason in disbelief, "You call this a wedding dress?"
Jason nodded as a matter of course, "I had this vintage-style wedding dress specially designed for you. Isn't it so unique?"
I tried to speak, but I couldn't get a single word out. The whole situation just felt utterly absurd.
Eve lowered her head, acting like she had been wronged, "If Angela doesn't like this one, we can switch..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Jason pulled her into his arms, "You don't have to wrong yourself like this. No one will steal your spotlight in this dress."
Then he fixed his gaze on me, "Angela, you'll already be the center of attention that day, you don't need to wear something so flashy."
While we were stuck in this deadlock, the shop assistant must have heard our argument and walked over. She glanced over the three of us, then put on a professional smile.
"This wedding dress of ours is the best-selling style in the whole shop," she said, pointing at the diamond-encrusted gown. And it matches your temperament perfectly. When you and your fiancé stand in the center of the stage, everyone will comment on what a perfect couple you two are. "
She was giving Eve an enthusiastic sales pitch.
I curled my lips in a mocking smile, because she'd gotten the bride wrong.
After all, anyone could see who Jason was closest to. It was really an easy mistake to make.
Jason's face suddenly darkened. He enunciated each word clearly, "This is my sister. My girlfriend is over there."
The atmosphere fell suddenly silent. The shop assistant glanced at me, her expression a mix of awkwardness and pity.
I waved her off, then turned to look at Jason. "Since you've already decided Eve will wear that one, that's fine by me."
A look of faint satisfaction crossed Jason's face. He'd expected I'd compromise for him, just like always. After all, I had compromised countless times for him before.
When Eve and I wanted to eat at different places, I gave in; When we both happened to like the same item, I gave in again.
Jason smiled, and raised his hand, trying to stroke my hair.
I stepped back. His hand froze mid-air, and a flash of surprise crossed his face.
I sighed, swallowing back the ache of tears before I forced the words out, "Jason, let's break up."
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