Chapter 77

The Wedding That Never Was

The grand Harrington estate was transformed into a palace of luxury.

Tables were adorned with the finest linens, set with plates of gourmet delicacies only the wealthiest could afford.

Susan stood before the mirror in her suite, her white lace gown flowing like liquid silk. A smug smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

Finally. Today, she would be Mrs. Astor Harrington. All her scheming, her lies, her sacrifices, it all led to this.

She adjusted her veil, tilting her head as she examined herself. “Perfect.”

Her mother, Veronica, clapped her hands together. “Darling, you look exquisite. This is the moment we’ve...