Kapitel 8: Chapter Seven: Contractual Mama, Baby Mama, And Divorced Mama

Ciara's POV

My mother was a sick, twisted woman for doing this to me. I should have listened to that stylist - she was right. I chose to ignore my doubts and believe my mother's lies. Now, I'm standing here, suffocating in this ill-fitting wedding dress, waiting for fate to unfold. I'm at the mercy of forces beyond my control. Damn it, universe! In my next life, please bless me with better parents!

"What's going on here, Vulcan?" the man who looked like his father asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern. Vulcan stood beside another disoriented bride, his eyes wide with disbelief. I could almost hear their thoughts. It was exactly what they were thinking - a chaotic scene straight out of a bad dream. I let out a heavy sigh, surveying the mess before me. "Quite a situation, huh?" I muttered, trying to make sense of it all.

"Grandpa, I swear, this is a sick joke," a younger-looking guy in the corner spoke up.