Chapter 107. I Choose What to Wear

CHARLOTTE

However, a voice from the speaker called my attention.

“Ms. Charlotte is here, everyone! The elder sister of the soon-to-be bride!”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore.

He did announce my name… like what?

The murmur of conversation died, replaced by a stunned silence.

A sea of heads turned toward me.

Dozens of them.

The weight of their collective gaze felt like a physical pressure — so much that I literally felt the heat of it on my skin.

Camera flashes, which had been intermittently documenting the event, now went off in a sudden, frantic staccato, painting me with bursts of white light.

Gosh, I wonder how bad I would have felt if I had worn that potato sack Mother gave me.

My eyes searched and found my mother first.

She was near the center of the room, holding a flute of champagne and smiling tightly at an older couple. Her head snapped toward the door, and her smile didn’t just fade — it shattere