Seeing their fear, I laughed, “What are you
worried about? I didn’t film anything. I was
just joking.”
“But it worked! You realized your mistake,
apologized — hilarious!”
Their faces were grim. I stopped pressing
them and picked out some bridesmaid
dresses, “Tiffany, try these. They suit you.
You’ll be the most beautiful bridesmaid.”
Relieved, Mark practically ran, Tiffany went to
try on the dresses. I picked up her phone.
Six:
The wedding arrived. After yesterday’s drama,
Tiffany wore an orange bridesmaid dress. The
guests gossiped.
“Why’s Tiffany wearing that color? It makes
her look darker.”
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“It’s so ugly! It makes Mengting look like an
angel!”
“I heard Mark knew Tiffany first, but thought
she was too ugly, so he picked Mengting.”
“Mengting’s beautiful and rich! The perfect
wife!”
Last time, Tiffany’s dress had made me the
laughingstock. Now, it was her turn.
I patted Tiffany, “Don’t worry about them. You
look even darker and uglier now. They won’t
even take your picture, only your eyes. How
scary.”
Tiffany snapped, “Are you gloating about your
amazing husband?”
I nodded, “Yeah. But you’re so jealous. Are
you crushing on Mark? He doesn’t like your
type. Be realistic. He likes someone fair, not
someone dark.”
Tiffany hated being called dark, especially
with my sarcasm. She was about to explode.
