Ava Wright listened to the question, her heart a murky shade. Back then, she manipulated Marsh Smith, making him think he lost control after drinking and ruined her innocence. In her young purity, was she still not better than a married Amelia Wright? Ava Wright felt deeply dissatisfied, but she didn’t show it on her face. She spoke softly and aggrieved, "Marsh, don’t worry, Amelia will marry you smoothly. I won’t have any improper thoughts. I just want to choose a beautiful wedding dress for you two..." As she spoke, Ava’s eyes reddened, unable to continue. Marsh Smith looked guilty: "Ava, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I know you truly care for me. It’s me who let you down." Ava shook her head, "It’s okay, it was all voluntary. I won’t make things difficult for you, Marsh." Marsh suddenly felt a bit pained, recalling that Ava once saved his life. He said gently, "Ava, I will treat you well in the future." Ava acknowledged with a hum, lowering her head timidly. It really looked like she loved Marsh Smith, loving him humbly, without caring for herself. But with her head down, her eyes were full of sarcasm and resentment. It’s just Marsh Smith; she no longer cared for him. It didn’t matter if Marsh liked Amelia; feeling guilty about her was enough. By exploiting this guilt, by using the fact that Marsh slept with her, many things could be done, making Amelia deeply embarrassed in the future. The two continued trying on wedding dresses, Marsh this time much more earnest, thinking of the wedding dress meant for Amelia, began carefully selecting. That day, Marsh stayed with Ava all the while. What Ava liked or desired, Marsh would buy instantly without her asking. He was to marry Amelia the next day; treating Ava so well seemed to mend her wounded heart. Ava seemed to understand what Marsh was thinking, becoming even more considerate and sensible, ensuring the items bought were not too expensive. The two reluctantly parted, awaiting the wedding day, the next day. The Wright family woke up to a bustling morning. A team of makeup artists brought over the wedding dress they chose yesterday and arrived at the Wright family villa early in the morning with various props. Ava was woken early, feeling a bit grumpy from getting up. After all, she wasn’t the one getting married today, so why bother waking up so early for makeup? But thinking about what was to happen today, she couldn’t let a minor issue cause disruption, so she got up yawning. The makeup artists wanted Ava to change into the dress, but Ava refused, saying, "No rush, I’ll change after the makeup is done." The makeup artist hesitated, "Miss Wright, if the makeup is finished before changing dresses, it might get stained. We’d best change into the dress first before styling." Ava impatiently replied, "I’ve said I’d change last. Don’t understand my words, or do you want me to repeat them?" The makeup artist, helpless, complied. These wealthy heiresses were often not easy to deal with, and they had encountered many in this business, showing no displeasure. The tedious bridal makeup and complex hair styling took two whole hours. Read full story at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⁂𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⁂𝓷𝓮𝓽 Ava, who was quite impatient, eased her mood upon seeing her beautiful face in the mirror, and wasn’t as displeased. But where was Amelia? Ava took out her phone to call Oliver Wright, inquiring, and the answer was they were on the way. The makeup artist nervously asked, "Miss Wright, can we change to the dress now?" Ava inwardly cursed Amelia, shaking her head, "Why the rush? There’s still time!" The makeup artist was sweating from anxiety, "Miss Wright, there are lots of decorations on the dress. After you change, we need time to handle the details." And normally, for such a big wedding, preparation should be made in advance. It’s impossible to finish just when the time comes. Ava initially intended to delay further but feared being too obvious and arousing suspicion, reluctantly agreeing to change into the dress. Anyway, once Amelia arrived, the veil would cover everything; no makeup was really needed. Just the dress would be fine; there was still time. Ava changed into the wedding dress, and the makeup artist quickly arranged the details on it. Ava grew increasingly anxious, wondering why Amelia hadn’t arrived yet. She wouldn’t dare stand her up intentionally, right? Ava furiously cleared the makeup team from the room, pulling out her phone to call Oliver again. "Dad, what’s going on? Didn’t you say Amelia would come?" Oliver didn’t seem worried, responding coldly, "She’s already on the way but caught in a little traffic. Don’t worry, I’ve arranged people. If she willingly comes, that’s fine. If not, my arranged people will bring her forcibly." Hearing this, Ava relaxed a bit but still urged, "Hurry up; the auspicious hour is almost here. We’re running out of time." "Alright, I’ll have eyes on her." Amelia indeed was on her way. She just intentionally left a bit late and then chose a route prone to traffic. She understood the Wright family’s nature. If she didn’t come, they’d certainly manipulate in other ways. Moreover, she intended for the wedding to go smoothly, so how could she not come? With only fifteen minutes before the scheduled time to greet the bride, Amelia arrived at the Wright house. Oliver hurriedly jogged over, pressing, "Amelia, you’re finally here. Quick, go upstairs and see your sister; she’s about to get married." Amelia smiled, "Sure, let’s go!" She wore low-heeled shoes, climbing the stairs step by step, leisurely enough to annoyingly slow Oliver. As Amelia reached Ava’s room door, she lightly stood at the entrance, looking at Ava with a hard-to-read smile. Ava let out a long sigh of relief. "Amelia, come in quickly. So much has happened before, I know I’ve done things that wronged you, but we’re sisters who’ve grown up together for so many years. I hope you can watch me get married." Amelia walked into the room with a smile on her lips, "Sure, I’ll watch you get married." As Amelia stepped inside and the door closed, Ava’s expression changed. She spoke to the two maids waiting in the room, "Hold her for me." The two maids’ faces turned pale. Ava threatened, "I’ve told you before, you must cooperate with me, or I’ll have ways to deal with you, even making it impossible for your families to stay in Riverwood City." The two maids quickly stepped forward. Under Ava’s cruel gaze, the two didn’t grab Amelia but instead, turned to grab Ava, one even covering her mouth. Amelia took the sedative Ava had tightly held and casually injected it into Ava. As the sedative took effect, the maids released their hold. Ava was utterly bewildered, her body slumped back onto the chair, fearfully saying, "Amelia, what... what are you doing!" Amelia took out a herbal ball and placed it in Ava’s mouth. This time Ava couldn’t speak. Amelia told the two maids, "Alright, put the veil on her now. You change into the bridesmaid dresses, and we can head out." Inside, Ava was filled with terror, unable to comprehend what had happened. Why did her family’s maids follow Amelia’s instructions? Did Amelia know her plans all along? Amelia spoke with a smile in her voice, "Sister, I’m watching you get married."