Summary's POV
In a grand mansion on the right side of the bustling city of LA, a girl lay curled up on her bed, her head buried deep into her pillow. The fabric was damp, soaked with the remnants of hours of silent crying.
Outside her door, a worried servant knocked persistently. "My lady, please unlock the door. You haven't eaten since yesterday… at least take some juice. Please, my lady, I am worried about your health." Her voice wavered, pleading, but the response was sharp and immediate.
"Your voice is annoying. I can't focus on my thoughts. Get away from my door—I don't want anyone standing there!"
The servant sighed, glancing at the others who had also failed in convincing the young lady to come out.
"My lady, please, just a few bites. You—"
"I said I don't want anyone here! If you don't leave, I'll jump out of the window, and you'll all be responsible for my death!"
Silence fell over the servants. Helpless, they exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of the situation pressing down on them.
Then, the tension was interrupted by a confident, lighthearted voice.
"Passing through. Let me in."
The girl who spoke strolled in effortlessly, exuding an air of ease that contrasted the suffocating atmosphere. Summer.
"Amira, it's me, Summer. Guess what happened? The biggest wedding in town just became the biggest embarrassment in town."
Her amused chuckle echoed through the hallway as she leaned against the door, unfazed by the heavy mood. The servants visibly relaxed at her presence. Unlike them, Summer always knew how to handle Amira.
One of the maids hesitantly handed her a tray. "Miss Summer, the young lady hasn't eaten anything since yesterday."
Summer barely glanced at it before instructing, "Go preheat the food and bring it back with a warm glass of milk."
Once the servants scurried away, she turned back to the door, her tone shifting into something more serious.
"They're gone now. Open the door."
A few seconds passed before the click of the lock echoed. Amira stood at the entrance, her face puffy and swollen from all the crying.
"Oh my baby, your cute face looks like a little bun. The urge to bite it is so bad," Summer teased with a smirk.
Amira rolled her eyes. "Come in and lock the door behind you."
Summer followed her inside, flopping onto the bed while Amira sat down stiffly.
"Filled with so much attitude, tch tch," Summer muttered dramatically before tilting her head. "So, what were you saying outside? That the wedding of the century turned into the embarrassment of the century? Whose wedding? What happened?"
Amira's gaze sharpened with curiosity.
Summer blinked. "You haven't seen it? No phone? TV off? Have you really been locked up in here without checking the outside world?" She let out a disbelieving sigh. "Turn on the TV. Quickly."
Without argument, Amira grabbed the remote, only for it to slip from her fingers. She picked it up hastily and turned on the screen.
The news flashed across the TV.
"JAYDEN HAWTHORNE AND MARINA JONES' WEDDING CALLED OFF RIGHT AT THE ALTAR!"
"MARINA JONES MARRIES ANOTHER MAN IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!"
"JAYDEN HAWTHORNE THOUGHT HE COULD DO WHATEVER HE WANTED, BUT A WOMAN PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE!"
"WEDDING OF THE CENTURY? MORE LIKE EMBARRASSMENT OF THE CENTURY!"
The screen played clips of the shocking turn of events—Marina standing at the altar, then turning to another man and getting married instead. Gasps, whispers, and chaos filled the background of the video. The once-grand event had turned into a public scandal.
Amira sat frozen, eyes glued to the screen.
Summer simply smirked.
"Well," she said, stretching lazily. "That's one way to make history."
Amira stared at the screen, gripping the remote so tightly her knuckles turned white. The news anchors dissected every second of the wedding disaster, playing clips from different angles, displaying screenshots of social media reactions, and even airing exclusive interviews with some of the guests.
Her voice was quiet but sharp. "Marina actually married another man… right there?"
Summer nodded, casually scrolling through her phone. "Yup. Walked up the aisle in a custom-designed gown, stood before the altar like a picture-perfect bride, and then—bam! She turned, smiled at some random dude, and said 'I do' to him instead of Jayden."
Amira's lips parted slightly in shock. "Who was the guy?"
"That's the thing—no one knows," Summer said, eyes still on her phone. "The media is losing their minds trying to figure it out. He wasn't on the guest list, wasn't in any pre-wedding photos, and no one can even confirm his name. He just appeared."
Amira scoffed, shaking her head. "She really humiliated Jayden in front of the entire city. On his wedding day."
A slow grin spread across Summer's face. "You love to see it."
Amira exhaled, leaning back into her pillows. The emotions that had weighed on her all night—pain, humiliation, betrayal—momentarily took a backseat to curiosity. Marina had turned the biggest wedding of the year into the biggest scandal of the decade, and while Amira wasn't sure what her reasons were, she couldn't deny a deep sense of satisfaction.
"I bet Jayden's losing his mind right now," she muttered.
"Oh, absolutely." Summer smirked, clicking on a new video. "There's footage of him storming out of the church like a lunatic. Here, watch."
She held up her phone, playing a video from a shaky camera. The screen showed Jayden, his usually polished demeanor shattered, storming down the church steps with his groomsmen scrambling after him. His face was red with rage, his fists clenched as he yelled something unintelligible.
People whispered behind him. Reporters rushed to get a statement. But Jayden shoved past them, disappearing into a waiting car, his humiliation immortalized for the entire world to see.
Amira smirked. Serves him right.
"So," Summer said, stretching her legs out on the bed. "Are you done with your pity party now, or do I need to drag you outside myself?"