Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 2 The person sitting in the front row nearest to the stage was the secretary of Prosper Stitch Group's CEO. He had been requested by his boss a few days ago to return to the country to attend the wedding of Refined Threads Co.'s founders.

Little did he expect to see the bride become the bridesmaid instead.

The wedding ceremony was still ongoing. Janice gave Amelia's hand to Simon and turned around to leave the stage.

Soon, she heard Simon saying, "I do," behind her.

She picked up the pace and wanted to leave this place she had once anticipated. She knew everyone there, and the people from big companies had only attended the wedding because of Janice.

Greenfield City was an old city known for its crochet art.

Janice and Simon's company, Refined Threads Co., was considered new in the industry. Janice had guided and trained all the seamstresses in the company.

Hence, many companies had wanted to poach Janice with good offers, but she had turned them down. When Janice entered the fitting room for the bride, she saw the evening gown that she hung there. It was her late mother's work before she passed, and her mother had deliberately kept this for Janice.

The experienced seamstress cared a lot about this. They would make a wedding gown for their own daughter. Some older ones would even start sewing the gowns as soon as their daughters were born.

However, it was a lot of work to make a wedding gown. Back then, Janice's mother had been in such a bad state, so she passed away after sewing an evening gown and left behind Janice and her 15-year-old younger brother.

Janice stood there in a daze for a long time. Then, she took the evening gown and wanted to leave with it.

Just as she placed the gown on the table, her brother, Jacob Smith, called.

Janice cleared her throat and walked out of the hall to answer the call. "Jay?"

"Janice, you ended the call in such a hurry then. You didn't tell me which date the wedding was postponed to."

After the wedding ceremony, Simon sent Amelia to the fitting room. "Take a break. I'll talk to a few business partners for a bit."

"Okay." Amelia smiled gently, acting just like his wife.

as the door was closed, the evening gown that had yet to be kept in the box caught her attention. She took the gown to have

much prettier than the one Amelia had. She had a thought in mind... Meanwhile, Janice returned to the fitting room after answering the call. She was overwhelmed with anger when she witnessed the

what are

was a scratch on my evening gown. It wouldn't be nice to wear that out to greet the guests. I'll embarrass Simon. Since you've left

with her boyfriend.

put up with all this because Amelia was dying. However, she wouldn't give in when it had something to do with her mother. She hadn't even

off.

couldn't withstand sometimes, much less someone as pampered as Amelia,

are you

seeing that Amelia remained unmoving, Janice strode forward and grabbed the sleeve

Amelia, but the latter was

"Let me go!"

such a big move that the silk sleeve got stuck on the hanger. The next instant, a ripping

instantly. Amelia hadn't expected to tear the gown. "I-If you didn't

face, and the latter

Smith, what

few business owners in Greenfield City who had just chatted with Simon stood at the door, too. They stepped back tacitly when

blocked Simon's way. Her eyes were still fixed on Amelia. "I told you

her face in

Janice was about to pull Amelia to remove the gown, she felt her body sway, and her face turned sideways.

this? Janice, get

could clearly see Simon carrying Amelia. Every moment they had spent in the past seven years shattered like broken

and cheek. Tears rolled from the

Simon worrying about Amelia was carved into

Janice had a dream.

out flyers with Simon again. They started their company; then, their company was listed, and now he could sit at the same table with Edward Moore from Prosper Stitch Group to

felt like he was blind and couldn't see how hard Janice

woke up in shock in the hospital, she caught sight of someone next to her bed from the corner of her eye-it was Harrison. She wondered why the secretary of Prosper Stitch Group's CEO