Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Resent, Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 937

Chapter 937 Let’s Get The Show on The Road

“Brendan really knows how to choose his woman, dang! Remember Charlene McKinney? That one was gorgeous too, man.Too bad the woman this time…”

Someone began to compare the bride herself with Deirdre.

“I thought Charlie McKinsey was pretty, but now his ex-wife’s cousin is here, I gotta say… damn.

That ain’t a gap.It’s an entire level of difference!”

“Maybe Brendan cares more about the vibe, ya know? But if it were me, I’d definitely tie my knot with McKinnon, 100%.”

The crowd began to laugh up their sleeves while Charlene had to maintain a smile despite broiling.

What did these little sh*ts mean by ‘an entire level of difference’? Were they blind or nuts!? And that b*tch! The color and style of the dress should have made it impossible to shine in an event as grand as this! How the hell did she turn a piece of rock into a gemstone!? She used the dress to somehow elevate herself! F*cking b*tch! Charlene whipped her head in the direction of the stylist following her, irate.

The surprised stylist shook their head anxiously as a way to tell her they had no idea what had happened.

Charlene took a deep breath.

Fine! Let her win this one.

There were plenty more tricks up her sleeves! She beckoned to a waitress and asked, “How’s the preparation?”

“It’s complete.”

nodded and finished her wine in

smile pooled into her

into a room where six

she could

redid

she stepped into that room…well, everything would be outside her

that would happen would be broadcast live to the

would get to watch just how much of a disgusting wh*re Deirdre was! That thought brightened Charlene’s mood like a

a distance from where she

as the waitress gave her a glass, she held it

of them approached her and asked,

Deirdre nodded.

“What is it?”

heels would make standing for long hours uncontrollable for you, so he told me to escort you to the lounge in the meantime.When the

“Brendan?”

Deirdre’s furrowed eyebrows relaxed.

Please, lead

the hall as Charlene watched, her anticipation rising in tandem.It reached a fever pitch when Deirdre’s silhouette disappeared into a corner.She even lost the mood for small

the performance she

up, though,

Mr.Brighthall’s not feeling well.I think he’s having a bout of gastric issues.He said you have his medicines with you, so he wanted you to see him.Please