Keira snorted coldly. Before she could speak, Mary slammed her glass onto the table, producing a loud bang.
She looked at her mother and said, "Keera and I agreed to be each other's bridesmaids at our weddings, Mom. If you won't let her be my bridesmaid, fine, then I won't be a bride either."
These words startled her mother instantly. "Mary, you... that's not what I mean... I just think that maybe Keera doesn't want to do it anymore. After all, in the bridesmaids group, her status is a bit awkward... What if it causes unpleasant emotions later? What do we do?"
She muttered, "I don't have any other intentions; I'm just thinking of your best interests. Besides, Mary, you think you're doing Keera a favor, but is it really good for her? You want her to stand alongside the legitimate daughters of the five major families as your bridesmaid. Do you really think she'd be comfortable?"
Upon hearing this, Mary subconsciously looked toward Keira.
