The Burning Wedding

Making an effort to look excited, Sylvia clapped her hands together as she saw Lydia and Liam kiss.

The wedding was held in a lavish garden. A canopy was set up decorated by foliage and various complementing flowers. Red roses, her mother’s favorite flower, was in abundance. Majestic and elegant floral accents beautified the venue.

In a white gorgeous dress, coupled with that hours long make up routine, her mother appeared youthful and stunning. Opposite to her was Liam standing in a black suit, appearing regal and charismatic.

Sylvia was at awe, thinking about the amount spent behind it.

However, seeing how this was a wedding out of her mother’s dream, it seemed that Liam genuinely cared for Lydia— at least that’s the impression she got.

What was off putting for Sylvia happened to be the number of bodyguards. Dressed in black suits, they were assigned all over the venue and on a look out. This did imply whether Liam was paranoid or his life needed constant protection.

Sylvia believed the case to be the latter, and this was her nth time thinking nothing good came out of mixing with the wealthy.

Her eyes wandered off in a search of a certain blue eyed man, Blake Knight— son of Liam Knight and her new stepbrother.

The thought of that made her grimace, knowing how attractive she found the man. Of course, Sylvia forced herself to not delve into the matter, believing the temporary infatuation was due to his visuals alone. Moreover, nothing good would come from pursing this.

Blake Knight wasn’t present. This didn’t surprise Sylvia even though she held slight anticipation.

The fireworks went off following that, catching her attention, and she stared at the burst of colors in the sky, sincerely praying this would work out for her mother.

Once the wedding was over, the socializing started.

Not knowing anyone here, it would be a wonder if Sylvia didn’t feel awkward. Seated on her chair, she took out her phone and scrolled through it in order to keep her occupied. Before she could take out her earphones, two women approached her.

Sylvia raised her head questioningly, wondering if she should stand up. Both the women were in their middle ages, and in order to not create issues, Sylvia stood.

“We are Liam’s cousin sister. I am Janice, and she is Mirabella,” the woman introduced, adorning a smile on her face.

Sylvia assessed both of them and had a feeling they were up to no good.

“I am Sylvia, Sylvia White.”

Janice laughed. “White? You’re a Knight now. You should be happy about it, right?”

“Exactly. My cousin brother had been admired by women all over the country. I wonder how he ended up at the hands of Lydia. She must be experienced to capture my brother.”

The mock couldn’t be more clear in their tone, and Sylvia felt bored about dealing with this. She understood where they wanted to go from there.

Sylvia answered, “Well, love can’t be explained.”

“Love?” Janice sneered. “Sorry, my brother had never been the one to invest in love. I truly wonder how special your mother is. I heard how she mesmerized countless men before my brother. It must be of my brother’s good luck that he was the one who ended up with her.”

Sylvia swept her eyes over to her mother who was smiling at Liam and wanted to question why did she had to deal with Lydia’s in-laws.

“My brother is inexperienced in this field. That’s why, we were all afraid of him getting tricked by a devious and crafty woman for his wealth,” Mirabella expressed her concerns.

Sylvia really felt baffled and had the urge to comment on how Liam wasn’t a baby! Even if they presented thousands of proofs in front of her, Sylvia would never believe he could be manipulated.

Sylvia shamelessly responded, “You needn’t worry then. My mother is totally not that type; she is someone who had been hurt too much by the past.”

It didn’t go unnoticed by her how the women clenched their jaws, and Sylvia realized that she chose wrong words. Communicating with these snarky women wasn’t her talent!

“Is that so? What about you? Will you be staying with your mother? Wouldn’t it be odd for you to consider Liam as your father?” Mirabella inquired.

Was there a need to identify Liam as her father? In Sylvia’s eyes, he was merely Lydia’s husband, and they shouldn’t have any associations with each other.

“Maybe? I am not so sure about it. I have to think about this.”

“Thinking about it, Blake, that child really loved his mother. He shouldn’t be too happy with this. Right. Did he give you hard time?” Janice voiced out with a sigh whilst feigning to show concern for Sylvia.

“Isn’t it normal to feel displeased at this situation? Even I wasn’t happy to learn about my mother marrying,” Sylvia lied smoothly.

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A groan escaped from her mouth as she stepped out of the washroom and wiped her hand with a tissue before complaining, “Ah! Those old ladies, am I the one who got married? Why did I have to get targeted? Confront Mom if you have the courage! Geez! Attacking a teenager— Oh my god!”

Sylvia exclaimed upon seeing the teenager leaning against the washroom. He took out the cigarette from his mouth and stared at her intensely— most likely with hatred. Ignoring the thoughts of how attractive he looked, she stared at him cautiously.

It seemed that he was in the wedding.

Why did she not see him earlier?

She thought for a second about striking up a conversation with him, but the hostility repelled her, and deciding it would be of best to walk off, she turned the other way when screams ran through the venue.

“Fire!”

This made Sylvia raise her head, and she saw the smokes arising. The commotion increased as everyone began to run away, and Sylvia was about to check out on the situation when she heard the man say, “A wedding gift.”

Shocked, Sylvia looked at Blake. A dangerous glint was present in his eyes while a smirk sat on his face. Chills travelled down her spine. This man was an utter psychopath.

“What? You are behind this?” She was still unable to process this. Even if he was against it, no sane person would take such measures.