From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 297

“Posting pictures like that in front of everyone? There’s definitely an agenda. Do you think she’s trying to stake her claim?”

“Maybe. She did have his son, after all. Wouldn’t put it past her. Poor bride, though. Having a scandal like this on her wedding day? She’ll never live it down.”

“True, but thank God the ceremony’s over. If this had happened earlier, the whole thing would’ve been ruined.”

The room buzzed with relentless chatter.

Some whispered with sympathy for Lavinia Bennett, some speculated about who was really behind it, and plenty were just there for the drama, watching it all unfold like a live episode of a reality show.

No one seemed capable of minding their own business—the reception hall was a mess of voices, clinking champagne glasses, and sideways glances over half-eaten wedding cake.

Mason Bennett was doing his best to keep a straight face, but his composure was cracking. His cheeks flushed red, then pale, then stormy, like a stoplight stuck on malfunction.

He was about to speak up when suddenly a voice cut through the noise with the sharpness of a snapped guitar string. “Enough! All of you, just shut up!”

Carmen Gates stood there, face drained of color, glaring at the crowd like an avenging angel who’d had one too many glasses of chardonnay. The last thread of her self-control had snapped. She looked wild, desperate.

“What on earth are you all babbling about?” she yelled, her voice trembling. “Shut up! Just shut up!”

The room fell silent for a split second, startled by her outburst. Then someone muttered, “Jeez, what’s her problem? Can’t we even talk?”

“Keep it down,” another whispered. “It’s an ugly scandal. She must be embarrassed.”

“Not my problem,” someone else shrugged, popping another cocktail sausage in their mouth. “I’m just here for the open bar. If she’s gonna throw a fit, that’s on her.”

Carmen’s eyes flickered with something cold and dangerous.

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