After everything was finished, Carmen Gates slipped an envelope with some cash to the makeup artist as a tip, finally letting her leave the room.
Lavinia Bennett sat in front of the mirror, admiring herself with the veil perched on her head. Her eyes sparkled, and it was obvious she was bubbling over with excitement.
Carmen smiled, though there was a trace of nostalgia in her face as she reached out, adjusting the veil with gentle fingers. “You look beautiful, honey.”
Lavinia’s grin grew even bigger.
Carmen let out a soft, sentimental sigh, resting her hands on Lavinia’s shoulders. “Feels like just yesterday you were tugging at my sleeve begging for ice cream, and now you’re getting married.”
Lavinia reached up, squeezing her mom’s hand with a playful pout as she caught her mother’s eye in the mirror. “Even if I’m married, I’m still living here, Mom. You don’t have to look so heartbroken.”
Carmen chuckled, her mood lifting. “You’re right. It’s your wedding day—I should be happy, not weepy.”
A blissful smile settled on Lavinia’s face as she gazed at her reflection, clearly pleased.
Suddenly, she glanced up at Carmen, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Do you think Olivia Bennett is really coming today?”
Carmen hesitated, her tone cooling a bit. “No idea. We sent the invitation, so who knows.”
Lavinia snorted, her voice edged with pride. “Let her come, then.”
Let her see me marry Daniel Gill.
No way will Olivia Bennett be unfazed.
She’ll definitely feel miserable.
After all the frustration she’d bottled up because of Olivia over the past few weeks, Lavinia finally felt like she’d get her moment of satisfaction if Olivia had to witness her happiness.
Carmen’s face tightened, irritation flickering in her eyes. “She can do whatever she wants, honestly.”
Not like we can count on her anyway.
If she comes, we’ll just have to walk on eggshells to keep her happy. It’d almost be easier if she stayed away.

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