Emily and Oliver continued to dance with their parents and then with bridesmaids and groomsmen. The party was in full swing and everyone was enjoying themselves.
Rebecca escaped the dance floor and grabbed a glass of juice from the waiter nearby.
“Oh, I am parched,” she whispered to herself and gulped down the glass in one go.
Her gaze fell on a person standing not too far from her and flirting with a woman. He was none other than Raymond Artair.
Seeing him, Rebecca rolled her eyes and got irritated at why she would have to see him. She was having fun until she saw him but she could ignore him as long as he didn’t see her.
Relieved, she turned around and walked towards a table to sit and relax. Oliver's mother came towards her with her wheelchair and stopped beside Rebecca.
“Are you
