The $100,000 Wedding Crash Chapter 2

The girl heard him and let out a sweet, delighted giggle.

"Carter, you can't talk to a girl like that!"

"After all this time, you're still so brutally honest!"

Even if I were an idiot, I could tell this girl's relationship with Carter was far from simple.

She was likely an ex.

But if I couldn't recognize his ex, couldn't he?

From choosing the salon to the trial runs to finalizing the look, Carter had been with me every step of the way.

Since he never brought it up, was he trying to give his ex some business, or were there still lingering feelings?

I didn't want to dig into it. It was just going to make me sick.

I grabbed a bottle of makeup remover, walked straight into the bathroom, and scrubbed my face clean.

Then I called my parents and told them I needed to reconsider the wedding.

If I went through with this today, I knew I would regret it. We hadn't signed the marriage license yet anyway.

I didn't avoid the two of them when I made the call. Carter heard every word.

His face instantly darkened. The breezy, amused expression he had worn vanished into a storm cloud.

He opened his mouth to speak, but a pair of soft, delicate hands grabbed him.

The girl wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

"Carter! If Lauren doesn't want to marry you, I will!"

"Propose to me right now!"

"Didn't you promise me before that I was the only woman you'd ever marry?"

With that, right in front of me, she stood on her toes and kissed his lips.

But I didn't miss it—when her eyes flicked toward the diamond set and the expensive jewelry on the table, they were filled with pure greed.

Carter stiffened. He turned his head slightly, his eyes flashing with a mix of struggle and conflict.

When he finally spoke, his tone carried a mix of guilt and a strange, subconscious thrill that he didn't even try to hide.

He looked at me.

"Let Sierra stand in for you today and clean up this mess."

"You will still be my wife in the end. Don't worry."

"Go downstairs and tell your parents. Don't make a scene and embarrass everyone."

"But of course, you can throw a fit if you want."

Carter was absolutely certain that I would swallow my pride for the sake of my parents' reputation. He knew today's guest list was filled with my family's prestigious network.

After delivering his ultimatum, he grabbed Sierra's hand to leave.

I finally remembered her name: Sierra Jenkins.

Sierra looked at me with triumphant arrogance.

She stared me down, her lips curling into a silent, provocative smirk. She looked like she had just won the lottery.

That was when I noticed that beneath her mask, she had already applied flawless, stunning makeup.

Compared to the clownish mess she put on my face, it was night and day.

Even her hair was already styled in the exact elegant updo I had requested for myself.

Oh, this was premeditated.

"Sorry, Lauren. I just didn't want to leave any regrets in my life!"

"If you want to go to my salon and file a complaint, be my guest!"

Seeing her utterly shameless attitude, my anger peaked.