I remained silent as I took the shrimp out of the fridge and began to clean them.
Right, it was just a wedding.
In their eyes, nothing was more important than welcoming my sister, Nina Hoffman, back home—not even the wedding I had been looking forward to for so long.
It had taken me a lot of convincing to secure a high-end designer wedding gown. I had also spent more than six months meticulously planning the decorations with my wedding planner.
They had seen all of my efforts. And yet, the people closest to me had turned me into a complete joke.
My entire family had been absent at my wedding, and even the groom, Brandon Keller, had never shown up.
While Nina was flaunting on social media about how many people had come to welcome her home, I had faced the guests’ ridicule and dealt with the aftermath alone.
Even the hotel staff had felt sorry for me when they had seen how pale I looked. They had urged me to return home to rest, but the first thing my family had done when they got home was make me their cook.
I smiled wryly.
Thinking of my aging parents, I had originally planned to turn down my professor’s offer to study abroad, especially since Nina had also been abroad, Adrian was busy with work, and I had plans to get married.
But now, I knew leaving was the only right decision.
Unfortunately, even though I had submitted my application, I still had to wait two more weeks before I could leave.
I pushed Adrian away. “Move, please. You’re in the way.”
He appeared a little lost and was about to say something when the beloved princess in the living room called out to him, “Adrian, I can’t seem to shell this pecan!”
That made Adrian all worked up. “Don’t do it yourself. You’re going to hurt your hands. You’re a future pianist. Hold on, I’ll do it for you!”
With that, the annoying fly finally left the kitchen.
I looked down at my hands. My slender fingers were now red and swollen from an allergic reaction.
