“What?” If I said I wasn't surprised, then that'd be a lie.
Nora just shrugged, eyes radiating what looked like fulfilment. “I assumed you wouldn't have gotten an invite, so I thought, why not give you one.”
What the heck?
“Why do you think she'd want one?” Emery asked with a deep frown, clutching Donald behind her, though Nora didn't notice. Or probably just didn't care.
“Because she's the one person who wants to stop my wedding from taking place. The only one who plans on stealing my man.” Her smile widened. “And I want her to be there. To watch Dale and I get married. See how she lost. And how no matter what, Dale and I will be a thing.”
I found my fist clenching hard, jaw tightening. “You really don't have any shame, do you?”
She let out a dry chortle. “Really? You're one to talk
