VENESSA'S POV"You look stunning, Vanessa. You can join our table," a young, beautiful woman says as I pass. I halt, feeling inwardly thankful as I had no idea where I was heading anyway. The young woman is in the company of an older woman whose features resembles hers. They both smile warmly when I gaze at them. I take the seat between both."I am Helen, Oren's aunt. This is Lyla, my daughter," the older woman introduces. "Nice to meet you both," I say as I shake their manicured hands. "I bet that your husband is feeling bitter that Weiss made you look better. He is such a loser," Lyla comments.It's a relief to learn that not everyone is on the side of Marcus. Maybe it's just his mother since she needs me to remain a babysitter."Did you two have a fight?" the older woman, Helen, asks."Yes. It wasn't about my dress though," I answer. "What was it about?" she curiosly asks. "You can trust us to keep a secret."I do not trust them to keep a secret. But I am not losing anything b
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