Meanwhile, Heather had been waiting for a long time to go on stage. Several times, she had urged the attendant to go and check. "Ms. Olsen, I'm afraid we might have to wait a bit longer," the attendant said.

"Why?"

"The ceremony is not over yet."

"But we're behind schedule. Where is my mother?" Heather exclaimed, about to leave, but was stopped by the attendant.

"Ms. Olsen, please reconsider. You're the bride today. It's not appropriate for you to go out at this time."

Indeed, she was the bride, already dressed in a pristine white wedding gown. The hem of her flowing skirt was adorned with tiny diamonds, shimmering with every step she took.

Left with no other choice, Heather had to calm herself down. She sat in front of the mirror, studying her own features.

"Get Mr. Russell to come in. I need to talk to him."

The attendant left.

On that day, she had deliberately chosen a distinct makeup style. She didn't mirror Josie as closely. Instead, she bore a closer resemblance to her true self, Rachel. She wanted to be herself for just one day.

accompanied by a doctor in a white coat carrying a case was stopped by a

sorry, but you cannot enter without

the man looked anxious, his forehead covered in a sheen of fine sweat. "We have urgent matters to attend to. You must let

commotion inside indicated that

send them the invitation as promised at the agreed

worried. Where is

difficult

then, a car sped up, and a

aback by her decisive and swift actions. The latter was also scrutinizing them and seemed to have

want to

had no other options and

thinking of the information Calvin had asked her to

he... a plastic surgeon?"

in Matthew's eyes as he firmly grasped

help but laugh. She pulled out the invitation and

checking, he let

development. She's gone missing. I'm afraid your plan can't proceed as usual," Mallory said in a low voice as she

Matthew was shocked. "Then how do

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