I swallowed the lump in my throat. Readying a smile on my lips I faced the crowd with my chin held high.
As expected, I received death glares from across the room as Lucas and I walked through the aisle to greet the birthday celebrant. Pretending not to care, the smile on my lips widened.
Anyone could look at me now with hatred in their eyes as though I'm a spawn of Satan but I will keep showing them I don't care about what they think of me. I made a mistake in the past, I admit making them, and I'm trying to correct those mistakes.
Their opinions don't matter to me now.
Shifting my attention to my husband, I saw him looking straight ahead and when I followed his gaze, I immediately caught sight of his older sister. Mary Therese was easy to spot in the crowd since she's the only one in the room who's wearing a black veil and a loose tunic dress with the same color.
Everyone else is wearing a white attire.
