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The room went so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.
Lucas had never seen me look so certain. He even sensed something was off.
"Selly, what's gotten into—"
Tessa stepped straight between us and shouted at him.
"Yes! Lucas, you should keep your promise and marry her. You can't keep stringing along a girl who loves you."
Then she turned to me.
"Selly, don't worry. I'll make sure Lucas marries you!"
Her eyes brimmed with tears, her voice thick with a martyred grief she couldn't hide.
But I wasn't a little girl anymore. I could see it plainly. She was testing me.
And sure enough, Lucas's face darkened.
"Selma, I already agreed to marry you once your mind caught up, at twenty-two. Now you're forcing me?"
"You want to get married? Then go find whoever you want. Just don't come crying about it later!"
What Lucas probably didn't know was this.
I had woken up a long time ago. I could make my own decisions now, and I didn't regret them.
In the end, Lucas grabbed Tessa and stormed off in a rage.
By evening, the birthday clip from the restaurant had gone viral locally, more than a hundred thousand likes.
In it, Lucas and Tessa looked like the perfect golden couple, while I huddled off to the side like a startled bird, nothing but their backdrop.
The comment section was full of their shipper fans.
【Lucas and the tutor are so perfect together, way better than that dummy Selma Gilbert】
【The Gilberts shamelessly throwing themselves at Lucas, and they don't even look at what their daughter's really like】
【That halfwit Selma isn't fit to stand next to Lucas. Give me a hundred million and I'd gladly suffer through it in his place】
And the cruelest part of it was that Lucas had actually liked those comments.
So in Lucas's heart, I had stopped being good enough for him a long time ago.
Calmly I closed the app and turned back to the wedding menu the Gentry family had sent over.
After I agreed to the match, the Gentrys were so afraid I'd change my mind that they set the wedding for two weeks out.
I used to think getting married was such a hard thing.
Only now did I understand. You just had to change the person.
I dragged myself to sleep past midnight, and I don't know how long I'd been out.
A force yanked me down to the floor, my lower back cracking against the corner of the table, a sharp burst of pain.
Lucas's furious voice went off right by my ear.
"Selma, aren't you something now. So you know how to buy troll accounts and smear us, huh?"
I had no idea what he meant, until I saw the trending clip.
【Homewrecker, muscling in on Lucas and the Gilbert heiress's engagement, shameless】
【You leech, do you have any conscience left toward the Gilberts who pay your salary? Seducing their girl's boyfriend】
......
At some point the comments under the video had flipped from cursing me to tearing into Tessa.
"I'm ordering you, right now, get your father to pull that from trending, or don't expect me to ever deal with you again."
Lucas had a death grip on my arm.
I let out a soft sigh and spoke slowly.
"Lucas, you think a halfwit could pull something like this off?"
Lucas fell silent for a beat.
Tessa threw herself down in front of me, tears streaming down her face as she begged.
"Selly, you've got it all wrong about me. I never once wanted to take Lucas from you. Please don't do this to me?"
"I'll leave here tomorrow. I'll never bother you and Lucas again."
Tessa spun to run and knocked over the wedding menu card by accident.
Lucas glanced at it and sneered.
"Still dreaming about marrying me? Selma, did you really think I'd marry a retard like you?"
"Don't push me! You're not good enough!"
With that, he grabbed Tessa and swept out.
I stood frozen where I was, that word he'd spat, "retard," circling in my ears.
Once, no matter who called me a retard, he'd charge in swinging and explain between punches.
"Selly is not slow, she just developed a little late."
Now he'd long since joined the ranks of the ones who bullied me, calling me "retard" with disgust in his voice.
Or maybe it wasn't that Lucas had changed. He just didn't want to pretend anymore.
I blocked Lucas's number and threw out every princess dress and every childish gift he'd ever given me.
The date was set, and both families were running around getting the wedding ready.
Karl was on a business trip abroad and truly couldn't get away, so he had me go pick out the wedding gown first.
The moment I walked into the bridal boutique, I saw Tessa standing in front of the mirror wearing my custom gown.
And behind her, Lucas's mouth was pressed into a faint line.
The instant he saw me, his eyes went blank for a second, then quickly raked over me from head to toe.
Tessa bounded over and grabbed my hand.
"Selly, are you here to pick out a dress for the Gentry wedding too?"
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Lucas circled me once, frowning, then stopped at my side and said coldly,
"You think copying Tessa's style makes you grown up? You're just a cheap imitation."
His words sent heat rushing to my face.
I bit down hard on my lip and swallowed the knot rising in my throat.
Tessa gave Lucas's shoulder a playful little slap, laughing sweetly.
"What are you saying? She looks lovely. She's just not used to it yet."
"Selly, I've been trying to reach you all this time and you keep ignoring me. So you and Lucas won't be getting married, but I'd hate for it to spoil what we have. I'm your tutor, after all."
I gave a soft snort and lifted my hand, pointing at the gown on her.
"That white gown you're wearing is mine. Take it off."
Tessa's brows drew together, then she burst out laughing.
"Selly, are you joking? This gown belongs to the future Mrs. Gentry. Yours?"
My face stayed calm, none of the old rashness in me now.
Lucas's face went dark, his voice ice-cold.
"You want to marry me that badly?"
Then he sighed, resigned, as if giving in.
"Fine. Tomorrow we'll go to the hospital and have your IQ tested. If it's high enough, we'll get married."
"I can't have a mentally deficient wife."
I raised my eyes to his, unable to hold back the laugh inside me.
If he had ever bothered to pay me the slightest attention, he'd have seen my mind was no different from anyone else's, and had been for a long time.
"Lucas, who said I wanted to marry you?"
Clearly he didn't believe it. He and Tessa exchanged a smiling glance.
Tessa peeled off the gown right in front of me.
"All right, all right, it's your right to marry whoever you want. I'll give you back the gown right now. Go marry your man."
Lucas snorted, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over her shoulders.
"Selma, if you want to marry me, do more math problems, read more, and bring your intelligence up as soon as you can."
"I'm not asking you to be brilliant. Just be like Tessa, that's all."
With that, he took Tessa's hand and walked out, stepping over my gown as he went.
I pulled my mouth into a mocking smile.
I wasn't the one marrying him. Why did he have so much to say about it?
...
On the wedding day, Lucas and Tessa were stopped at the hotel entrance. The receptionist politely told him he wasn't on the guest list.
In the middle of the argument, Mrs. Gilbert stepped in and smoothed it over.
Guilt welled up in him. He began to reflect on all the things he'd said to Selly lately, things he shouldn't have said.
But he really had been furious at the time. All Tessa had done was make a wish over her cake, and Selly had bought troll accounts to trash Tessa all over the internet.
He could tolerate Selly being slow, but he couldn't just overlook her willfulness.
Well, never mind. He hadn't spoken to her in over half a month. The girl must know she'd been wrong by now.
Once the wedding was over, he'd go coax her. And if she wouldn't forgive him, then he'd propose.
By then, they'd hold their wedding here too. Selly was sure to love it.
Just then the doors of the hall opened, and a beam of light fell on the bride, blurring her features.
Still, her figure looked a lot like Selly's.
The instant he saw the face clearly, his expression changed completely.
