The second Emily stepped into view, the live comment feed blew up.
A: [The whole internet already knows she's a gold‑digging homewrecker. How does she even have the nerve to show her face here?]
B: [She even brought a whole crew with her? Is she here to crash the event? Must be nice having a rich person bankroll you!]
C: [Stand up for our Sienna! Don't let this manipulative fake ruin her career and her future marriage!]
Sienna's face went tight. She stood, putting on a soft, fragile air, and spoke, "Emily, I never expected you'd show up in person. Jonathan and I are getting married next month. We were actually wondering how to send you an invitation."
Jonathan's lips twitched, but no sound came out. He simply stared straight at Emily without blinking.
A flash of resentment darted acr
