Chapitre 88: The Elusive Billionaire's Wrong bride 15

Raven

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A hint of unease runs down my spine as I walk into my parents' house. Mom was vague on the phone, and the way she spoke to me made me uncomfortable. She was too sweet, too soft-spoken. I'm not sure what it is she wants, but I'm sure it won't bode well for me.

My suspicions are confirmed when I find my parents in the sitting room, Grandma Anne seated opposite them, their expressions tense.

"Raven," my mother says. She exhales in relief as I walk toward her and pats the seat next to her. I'm hesitant as I sit down, unable to read the room. What exactly is going on here? Wedding drama, perhaps? Did I mess something up with the preparations?

Grandma Anne smiles at me reassuringly, but I can't calm my racing heart. It's as though every instinct is telling me that something is wrong, and it has everything to do with me.