As I was lost in my thoughts, Kashton Wallace suddenly leaned close to my ear and said with a chilling tone, "I know you're in love with me, but I'm telling you, my heart belongs to Priscilla, now and forever."

"If you behave yourself, maybe I'll let you have a child with me once we're married."

I struggled to contain the anger and disgust rising within me, glaring at him icily. "And what makes you so sure that you're the one I want to marry?"

He smirked arrogantly. "Playing hard to get is so passé. Besides me, who else could you possibly choose? After all, in our last life..."

He abruptly fell silent, but I had already caught on. He had been reincarnated too.

Just as he was about to continue, Priscilla suddenly clutched her forehead and murmured, "It hurts."

Kashton immediately turned around to support her as they left to rest.

Before long, the birthday party was winding down. I was preparing to see the guests off when I heard the sudden explosion of fireworks outside.

Everyone craned their necks to look, and in the night sky, fireworks spelled out "Priscilla's True Love" while Kashton and Priscilla shared a passionate kiss beneath it.

My father, Mordechai Cook, looked furious, his face turning a stormy shade of red. "This is supposed to be the Cook family's event, and they dare to humiliate me like this!"

My friend beside me was equally indignant. "What's Kashton Wallace thinking? Completely disrespecting you!"

I held back my friend, who was itching for a confrontation. "If he wants to ruin himself, let him."

Everyone here was perceptive; who would want to align with someone as reckless as Kashton Wallace? He probably still thought he was the all-powerful chairman of the Wallace Group from a past life.

Around me, I caught the whispers of the guests.

"I heard Reagan Cook just decided to marry Kashton Wallace. Such a shame."

"I always knew Kashton Wallace and Priscilla were involved, but I didn't expect them to be this blatant."

"The Wallace family is really risking offending the Cook family."

I ignored it all, letting the gossip drift past me. After seeing off the last guest, I returned to my room and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

Scrolling through my phone, I saw Priscilla's latest Instagram post. In the photo, she looked disheveled, a man's large hand covering her chest. The caption read, "He says he can't sleep without me."

In the comments, Kashton's rowdy friends were hyping it up, calling her "sister-in-law."

My thumb slipped, accidentally liking the post. Before I could undo it, Priscilla sent me a private message: "Sis, I've already tested it out for you, and it's amazing."

Staring at her message, I suddenly understood why they were such a pair. One pretended to be noble but was trash, the other pretended to be deeply in love but was truly repulsive.

I replied coolly, "Try eating something decent; feeding on garbage all the time might feel good to you."

My phone rang immediately—Kashton was calling. I hung up straight away. He called again, so I blocked him for good.

Tonight's party was supposed to announce my engagement to Eren Cook, but he had to leave for a last-minute business trip. It wouldn't be right to announce without him here.

Perhaps it's for the best. The Cook families plan to host an engagement celebration to share the good news soon.

Kashton Wallace seemed intent on making my life difficult, constantly making headlines with Priscilla George. One day he's diving for the perfect photo, the next he's at an auction buying diamonds, and soon after, he's parading her around high-society galas. The gossip mill is running overtime, and everyone in our circle can't stop talking about how pitiful I must be, seemingly tolerating this public humiliation without a word. But I couldn't care less about the chatter. My focus is solely on the details of my upcoming engagement with Eren Cook.

Despite being overseas in Europe, Eren never lets me feel alone. We're on video calls every day, discussing every aspect of our wedding plans.

"I'm sorry, I'll make it back before the engagement," he apologizes.

I smile and shake my head, "Your work is important. I'll wait for you."

"It's an honor to be chosen by you," he says tenderly. "I've arranged for a gown for you. I hope you'll like it."

Coincidentally, I was in a boutique trying on dresses when we spoke. As I hung up, I admired the dreamy gown in front of me, brimming with anticipation. Its shimmering fabric, like countless stars embedded within, transitioned from a soft lavender at the hem to the color of the morning sea as it reached the bodice.

I was ready to try it on when an unwelcome voice interrupted.

"This one's gorgeous, Kashton, I want it," Priscilla declared. I hadn't even noticed her enter the store. She shoved me aside, reaching to touch my gown.

Anger surged through me. "This dress is spoken for."

Feigning surprise, she turned to me, "Oh, sister, is that you? Are you here to shop for a dress too?"

With a cold glance, I replied, "I'm not shopping. I'm here to collect. My fiancé had this dress custom-made for me."

Priscilla's expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her smug demeanor, "Sister, are you still deluding yourself? Kashton's been with me all this time. Why would he get you a dress?"

It was then that Kashton entered. Upon seeing me, a flicker of complicated emotions crossed his face.

"Reagan, why are you here?"

I looked at them icily. "Your little mistress here is trying to steal my gown."

Priscilla immediately put on a wounded look, pointing at me, "I just thought the dress was pretty and wanted to try it on, but sister..."

"Forget it, the dress was meant for Reagan anyway. I'm not worthy," she finally conceded.

Kashton frowned and turned to me, "Reagan, you're ridiculous. When did I ever say I'd give you a gown?"

Suddenly, something seemed to dawn on him. "Since Priscilla likes it, why don’t you let her have it? I’ll get you another one. Don’t be petty over nothing!"

I sneered, cutting him off, "Kashton Wallace, stop pretending. This dress was specially ordered by my fiancé, and I'm not giving it up."

Kashton's brow furrowed deeply, a flash of irritation in his eyes. "Aren't I your fiancé? I said let her have it, so let it go. Don’t make me angry."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Priscilla eagerly reached for the dress. I moved to stop her but was shoved aside by Kashton. In the scuffle, I knocked over a cup of coffee, and the shattering glass scratched my face.

The store staff rushed over, panicked, to tend to my bleeding.

Kashton instinctively moved towards me, but Priscilla clutched his arm. "Kashton, I can't stand the sight of blood."

Kashton immediately turned away, covering Priscilla's eyes with his hand, speaking to her gently, "Let's go, don’t look at this."

With that, they left with my dress in tow.

I stood there, fuming and exasperated. That gown, especially made for me by Eren, was taken so easily by them. But I was too weary to chase after it. Anything Priscilla touched, I no longer wanted.