It looked like a wedding between a groom and his mother.
The room went silent. I looked around, but nobody said a word. They just stared at the mangled pages.
Brandon’s face turned a deep, angry red. “You destroyed our wedding album. Are you insane?”
Immediately, Beverly’s hand went to her chest. “Oh, my heart. I can’t handle this stress. My blood pressure is skyrocketing.”
Her sister rushed to her side, glaring at Brandon.
“She has a condition!” someone shouted.
Just like that, the script flipped.
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