The next afternoon, Sarah arrived at Sky Terrace, dressed in a flowing dress,

oversized sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat, looking every bit like a foreign

tourist on vacation.

As the clock struck tea time, her two best friends strolled in, both dressed to the

nines in chic, designer-style dresses. They took a seat at the next table,

separated from Sarah only by a row of potted flowers and a thin glass divider.

Their voices carried easily across.

Sarah had purposely ordered the most expensive dessert on the menu. She'd

been ready to enjoy the sweet moment and maybe flaunt a little.

But then, a snort of laughter came from behind the flowers.

"Sarah really thinks she's Mrs. Larson now? I heard the only reason that

engagement even happened is because she's pregnant. The Larson family

couldn't stand her before that."

"Well, what did they expect? Everyone knows what she and Cole got up to on that

island. Half the men there probably saw everything.

"Cole's a known playboy, and she's just as slutty. Honestly, they're a perfect match

-trashy, but perfect. Not exactly marriage material, though."

A round of snickering followed.

her wine glass. Just yesterday,

her with congratulations online. Was this what

her?

that Cole's any prize either. Sarah definitely

marry Hugh Larson? Just a few days ago, Mr.

The guy tried to play games with

Larson had him locked up before he even left the country. Everyone in

family showed up to Sarah's engagement

about

with Serena. He came straight from a formal event

in his seven-figure custom suit as he carried a cat bed like

He even let the cat

grip on her spoon tightened

bother to show up for her engagement

that bitch, Serena,

supposed

there's no

Serena to all

her.

just land a

With a

less. The woman's

are a

perfectly matched."

came another burst

listen anymore.

to get up

asked, "Would

your cake,

away. But then she remembered

something

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