Chapter 9: Dinner

"Urgh," Venessa groaned as the water dripped down her face. She wanted to yell, but Candy shut the door on her face immediately.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, hitting the door. "Open the damn door!"

Meanwhile, Candy's chest heaved as she rested her back against the door. Venessa Maxwell? The real bride is here. Oh no.

"Hey!" Venessa hit the door harder, but a hand stopped her. She looked up and found Jameson glaring down at her.

"What are you doing here?" Jameson asked.

"Who was that woman? Is that the girl Diego got married to?" she asked.

"And how is that your business?" Jameson retorted.

"Because I should be the bride, not her!"

"She is not the bride, and you have no right to sneak into this place. Don't you know what trouble you'll get into once Diego finds out?" Jameson pushed her hands off. Diego had actually asked him to get a file inside only to find Venessa trying to get in.

"Then who is she? Why are you trying to hide her identity?" Venessa raised her brow. She was definitely going