Desmond had always been kind to me. Even though he saw me as just a lowly employee, he still pursued me with enthusiasm, gradually letting my guard down.
And so, after a year together, he proposed, and I said yes.
Today, on our wedding day, was the day I had planned with my father. It was supposed to be the day I could finally reveal my true self.
I had planned to tell Desmond that I was the daughter of the Winslow family and the heir to Winslow Group. He had always wanted to build a connection with Winslow Group, and now he had achieved that goal.
But now, I realized it was a blessing I hadn’t told him earlier.
Someone like him would never be able to cooperate with Winslow Group.
Wearing a wedding dress and riding a bike, I drew curious glances from people on the street.
In the distance, a car sped toward me, splashing dirty water all over me as it passed.
I swerved to avoid it, but I lost my balance and fell.
As I stood up, I heard laughter.
Looking up, I saw that it was Desmond's wedding car procession. The last car, driven by one of Rowena’s friends, had done this on purpose to embarrass me.
There I was, a mess in my wedding dress, riding a public bike to the hotel, while Desmond’s Bentley and the entire procession were parked in front of the hotel.
I was locking my bike when the loud electronic tone rang out: “Locking successful.”
This caught the attention of the people getting out of their cars, and they burst into laughter.
"No way. She really rode a public bike here?"
"Wow, did she roll around in a pit? She’s wearing something so flashy, and she has no shame?"
"Desmond, your girlfriend really went all out for this wedding! I’ve never seen a bride ride a public bike before."
"That wedding dress is already torn. She even ripped the skirt to ride the bike. Doesn’t she feel embarrassed?"
Rowena, in her haute couture dress, looked more like a bride than I did.
She tightly clung to Desmond’s arm, pinching her nose.
"Elara, why do you look so messy? If I had known, I would’ve had one of the cars pick you up. It’s my fault for being carsick and causing all this. But, seriously, why didn’t you change before seeing people? Are you planning to get married like this?"
I gritted my teeth. "This is all thanks to you, Rowena."
Rowena walked over and tried to grab my hand, but I pulled away sharply.
Her eyes reddened as she said, "Elara, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know you wouldn’t even take a taxi. You could’ve gotten one for twenty or thirty bucks. Why be so frugal? Doesn’t Desmond give you enough money to spend?"
"You’re dressed like this and riding a bike. There are reporters everywhere around the hotel. What are you going to do if they take pictures? What will Desmond do? Later, when he meets business partners, if they find out, they’ll laugh at him. You really don’t understand anything, do you? If you’re going to marry Desmond, can’t you at least learn to help him? You can’t keep holding him back."
She leaned in close, whispering in my ear, "Elara, someone as shabby as you, dreaming of fancies marrying into the Hawke family? Dream on. I'm the only one who can be Desmond's wife."
Rowena suddenly clutched my hand, her long red nails digging into my arm as she turned to Desmond and his buddies with a sugary smile.
“Desmond, don’t you think she and I look like sisters?”
The guys around us burst out laughing.
“Sisters? More like a lady and her maid.”
