"What?" Evette exclaimed angrily, then remembered that the crowd was watching and immediately changed her angry face to a smiley one. "I'm afraid you're mistaken. I'm not the bride-to-be."
Evette had been making a great effort and spending a lot of money to restore her reputation, yet it didn't seem to be making much of a change. Today, she had decided to watch her own manners and present herself as an elegant lady. It wasn't a nice feeling to be seen as an outcast.
The lady was very confused, wondering if she isn't the bride-to-be, why is she standing right next to the groom-to-be? She looks like she's doing it on purpose to get people's attention.
However, instead of voicing her thoughts, the lady asked, "Oh. I'm sorry, but where's the bride-to-be then? I'm sure everyone would love to meet her."
Anne had been watching and sweating nervously. She interrupted and said, "She's still in the dressing room, getting ready. Don't worry. You will see her soon."
