In the blink of an eye, it was the day of Oliver and Sydney's wedding.
I put on makeup that made me look pitiful, wore a fake belly to pretend I was pregnant, and dressed in plus-size maternity clothes, heading towards the wedding venue of the lovebirds.
Wearing sunglasses and a mask, I arrived at the location agreed upon with Anthony.
I saw him from afar. He was standing tall and straight in the sunlight, making me unconsciously wipe the corners of my mouth.
Sorry, I drooled a bit. Being young was great.
I stood in front of him and said, "Hi, Anthony."
He stared at my belly in astonishment, no longer that elegant. "Opal... You... You..."
Following his gaze, I looked down at my belly and patted it. "Chill. It's fake. We are going to do something big today. Come over here."
I waved at Anthony, and he bent down to listen to me whispering in his ear about today's plan.
I looked at him proudly. He suddenly realized something and nodded seriously. "Don't worry, Opal. I love acting the most. I guarantee they'll be utterly humiliated."
Very good. I liked obedient men the most. And his ears were already red after we talked for just a little while.
