#Chapter 329: Maid of Honor

My heart hammered in my chest as I stood before Mia, her words ringing in my ears like a twisted melody. Maid of honor… "Evie, darling," Mia cooed, her voice sickly sweet as she presented the bridesmaid dress to me, her eyes gleaming with false sincerity. "I'd want my daughter to be there at my wedding. Won't you do me the honor?" I stared at the dress in horror, my stomach churning with revulsion. The fabric shimmered under the soft glow of the room's lighting, a sickening reminder of the tangled web of deceit and manipulation that Mia had woven around us all. "I would never," I spat, my voice dripping with disdain. "I loathe the idea of you marrying Kamran and ruining anything Timothy and I could've had." Mia's expression darkened, her facade slipping for just a moment before she composed herself with a forced smile. "Evie, darling," she chided, her voice tinged with annoyance. "You need to grow up. This isn't about you." I felt a surge of anger rising within me, hot and potent