---- Chapter 14. Two days before Bianca's wedding, Candice took leave and flew straight to Botolph City. Lars approved her request, his eyes empty as he stared at her reason for taking the leave. "To attend a friend's wedding out of town." It should have been his and Bianca's wedding. Now, it had become someone else's. Lars leaned on the desk, making his way to the design department. The new design director had only recently started, and Bianca's office was still empty. A faint scent lingered. It was her favorite diffuser fragrance. Her presence still hung in the air. "Mr. Carter..." The marketing director tiptoed in." About that wedding invitation from Radar Finance... The wedding's this Sunday, and, err... Are you..." Lars could barely hold himself together. "Leave it on the desk." The director set down the invitation and left ina ---- hurry. Once the door closed, Lars picked it up. Bianca White. Royce Farrell. Lars suddenly found it hard to breathe. Every word Pearl had shouted at him last night replayed in his mind. He couldn't deny it-he was unworthy of Bianca, the woman who had braved every storm with him. He broke his promise and let her down. He felt like trash, through and through. Meanwhile, my home was filled with laughter and cheerfulness the day before the wedding. The house staff and the wedding planning team ran around, decorating the fireplace, setting the dining tables, and weaving floral garlands. My room was even livelier. Candice had already arrived in Botolph City the night before. She was now at my place, helping out as soon as she checked into her hotel. She was filling up balloons, her eyes bright with relief. ---- "Seeing you happy like this... I can finally lighten up a bit." "Why wouldn't I be happy?" Royce was a good man. Life after marriage shouldn't be hard. His parents treated me well, too. As we chatted, an older girl from high school, two years my senior, came over. There was concern on her face. "Never thought you and Royce would actually end up together." "What do you mean?" I asked. She raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you didn't know he's liked you for many years?" I was stunned. She looked surprised. "You really didn't know? That Royce... He's so good at hiding his feelings. To think he never told you..." I pressed for answers. "We were classmates. When he found out we knew each other, he'd always ask me about you. He went quiet after he heard you had a boyfriend. A while ago, ---- at a class reunion, he asked how you were doing and if you were married," she explained. My heart sped up. "And then?" "T told him you had called to complain about Lars and his little sweetheart." She sighed. "I even told him that you must be blind for falling for a jerk like that. But fate brought you two together in the end, anyway! She chuckled as she reminisced. I looked at my phone and asked carefully, "When was that reunion?" "Earlier this month," she replied, "around the sixth." Immediately, I thought of the day my grandpa suggested the arranged marriage. That day was the eighth. The two things had happened back-to-back. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!