Cassian Jennings and Fiona Vance walked gracefully toward the church, approaching the pastor.
Just as they reached the pastor, and he was about to lower his head to read the vows, he froze, his gaze fixed in surprise on the entrance of the church.
Alia Avery walked in, dressed in a wedding gown and holding a bouquet.
The first person to react was Cassian Jennings’s mother, Zoe Archer. She rose from her seat and walked toward Alia Avery, taking her hand and saying worriedly, "Alia? What are you doing here? Today is Cassian’s wedding. It’s not the ti to be catching up. Co on, let take you ho."
At that mont, everyone in attendance rose to their feet, watching as Alia Avery shook off Zoe Archer’s hand and walked, step by step, toward Cassian and his bride.
When Cassian Jennings saw Alia Avery, his heart was in turmoil. ’He’d known it. He’d known last night that with Alia’s temperant, she was bound to cause trouble. That’s why he’d changed the venue at the last minute. But she still found him.’
"Cassian Jennings, I’m asking you one last ti. Do you really have to marry her?" Alia Avery demanded, pointing at the woman beside him as she spoke in a cold voice.
At those words, Fiona Vance released Cassian Jennings’s arm. She turned to Alia Avery and asked, with perfect composure, "Cassian, who is this? Do you know her?"
"I do," Cassian Jennings replied, his voice cold.
’She knew exactly what Alia Avery was here for, but it wasn’t her style to behave like a common shrew.’ Fiona crossed her arms, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Then who is she? And what does she want here?"
"Alia, today is Cassian’s wedding. Go ho. Stop this nonsense," Cassian Jennings’s father, Jordan Jennings, said, his voice stern.
"Mr. Jennings, how can you say that? I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m here to wish Cassian well."
Hearing Alia Avery’s words, Cassian Jennings frowned deeply. He had no idea what she was playing at, but her words sent a wave of dread through him.
"To wish him well? If you’re truly here to wish Cassian well, Alia, then of course you are welco." Jordan Jennings had never liked Alia Avery, and he liked her even less now that her actions had implicated the entire Jennings Family.
"Thank you, Mr. Jennings. Cassian, congratulations on your wedding. I wish you and..." Here, the smile on Alia Avery’s face froze. She stepped toward Fiona Vance and nodded at her. "So it’s you."
’So this is the kind of woman Cassian likes. They’re all vixens. Gia Miller was a vixen, and this one...’ Alia thought, ’...this one’s an absolute siren. The kind of woman no man can look away from.’
"Hello," Fiona Vance said with a confident smile, taking Cassian Jennings’s arm.
Alia Avery let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Ha. So, Cassian Jennings, your taste is really this awful."
Cassian Jennings pried Fiona Vance’s hand off his arm. He reached out, grabbed Alia Avery’s arm, and demanded, "Alia, what the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing. I told you, I’m here to wish you well. To congratulate you on your wedding."
"I appreciate the sentint. Now leave," Cassian Jennings said in a low voice, suppressing his boiling anger.
Alia Avery gave a scornful smile. "Leave? Oh, I’ll leave. But Cassian Jennings, I’m going to make you watch go."
At her words, Cassian’s heart dropped. A flicker of unease crossed his face as he looked at Alia. "What do you an?"
"I’m going to make you live with guilt for the rest of your life..."
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