CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

"Miss Victoria, are you okay?" Dara who was beside me spoke to my still body, snapping me out of shock.

I looked to her and nodded.

I looked up at Michael and Amelia, hand-in-hand. They looked genuinely happy together. I wasn't going to ruin it by being bitter. The past was the past.

"Hi... What are you guys doing here?"

I spoke to no one in particular. Asides both of them, I recognised other faces from my previous work place and few others I couldn't. Were they also here for a retreat.

"Oh... I thought Michael already told you we were getting married. Well, we booked a hall here." Amelia said, as chirpy as ever. My eyes narrowed unintentionally.

She was okay with Michael telling me they were getting married? Did I dream up the events of our trio or I was actually going crazy?

I forced a smile on my face.

"Oh, really? That's lovely. You made a really good choice." I hoped they wouldn't catch the double entendre.

She hugged Michael's hand closer to her chest and smiled that lovey-dovey