Chapter 43

Maxwell POV

I brace myself for what’s about to unleash. Sebastian might officially be uninvited to his own wedding. Goddess, how does he put up with this crazy woman?

“They’re just tablecloths?” she spits, slamming the laptop closed. “How dare you, Sebastian? I thought you’d be better than that.”

I can’t tell if that’s fear or frustration behind his eyes.

“Who even are you?”

My hand cups my jaw, but it’s too late. The laugh slips out. The look on Sebastian’s face and the sheer madness my sister has become is like a reality show, and somehow, I’ve got a front-row seat to it.

Ava’s death glare flicks my way. “Do you think this is funny?”

My sister is a drama queen most of the time, but this is ridiculous. I flash her a slight grin, which she gapes at. Laura gently swats my arm, but she’s also trying her hardest to keep a poker face.

“I’m sure they’ll be here in time,” Laura says, attempting to console her. “It said might, not definitely. Just remain optimistic. I’m praying for you, Ava.