Leila's POV
I tried to smile, but my lips were trembling.
The priest stammered, his voice faltering under the weight of the scandal. Murmurs rose like smoke across the church.
"Whose guest is she?"
"Unbelievable, at this wedding?"
"Did she really think she could just walk in?"
Usually, it is always a blessing when one's mother walks one down the aisle or attend a wedding but certainly not the monster who I have for a mother.
Two things definitely fueled her motives. Revenge to embarrass me or to cause a scene and take from me forcefully so it can't be good.
Each step Marisol took was like a countdown to disaster. I wanted to scream, to tell her to stop, but my voice lodged in my chest. I was frozen, terrified of what she might say if she reached me.
But before she could get clo
