Kayla's POV
With my comfort and companionship, Amber regained her composure.
"You're right, Kayla."
She wiped away the smudged eye makeup and then picked up an eyeliner pencil, meticulously enhancing her makeup in front of the vanity mirror.
She then exchanged her expensive, heavy wedding gown for a lighter, more practical dress. Her determined demeanor made her look like a fearless warrior.
"Let's go, Kayla. No matter what my marriage is based on, I'm married now, and I can't remain passive. I can't be defeated."
"Amber," I gently patted her back. Amber linked her arm with mine.
"Today is my wedding day. That woman deliberately delivered this news today, and I think she wanted to see my pain and breakdown. Well, if that's the case, I won't give her the satisfaction, will I?"
