The woman, Helen Monsti, meticulously scrutinized Vivian from head to toe. Her internal assessment was dripping with malice, her features are entirely average. Strip away that professional bridal makeup, and she would undoubtedly be hideous!
"I am Alen's first love," Helen Monsti announced smoothly, her eyes carrying a dark, calculated glint. "I flew all this way today simply to see what kind of woman finally caught his eye."
My brother's first love? Evelyn's blood ran cold. This woman deliberately crashed the wedding to cause a scene!
Sure enough, the radiant happiness and nervous excitement that had blanketed Vivian's face instantly vanished, her skin turning an absolute, ghostly shade of pale.
