"You!" Lorena turned around slowly, with her trembling hands pointing at Markris. "You caused this!"

"What?" He shook his head, looking around him. Indeed she was talking to someone else and not him.

"The wedding was pushed forward because of you!"

"Me? What did I even do?" He placed his hands on his chest, grimly crossing his face.

"You had to talk to your father rudely, didn't you? You love to be the center of attention so much that you played the hero, and now it has backfired." Her chest heaved, and her breathing increased.

"I was defending you!" His voice raised a pitch higher. He squeezed his face, thin...