Tamara seemed oblivious to Leilani's distaste. She tried to grab Leilani's hand with feigned enthusiasm, but Leilani avoided it with quick reflexes.
Tamara's warm smile faltered for a second, but she quickly recovered, withdrawing her hand as if nothing had happened.
"Leilani, I came specifically to see you today!"
Leilani paused, a trace of coldness flashing in her eyes, though her face remained calm.
"If you have something to say, just say it. It's just the two of us here. You don't need to put on an act."
Given their relationship, Leilani knew Tamara wouldn't be looking for her for anything good.
Tamara seemed not to notice her coldness, smiling as sweetly and shyly as ever.
"Leilani, you don't know, do you? Milford and I have set a date for the wedding. It's next month."
She paused, tilting her head to look at Leilani with forced cuteness, staring at her unblinkingly. She didn't want to miss a single expression on Leilani's face.
"I came here to invite you to our wedding. Leilani, you'll come, won't you?"
Leilani lowered her gaze, her eyes landing on the gold-embossed invitation Tamara was handing over. The corners of her lips curled up, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
"Oh? I seem to recall Milford saying he wanted to break off the engagement with you. What happened? Back together so soon?"
Tamara's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly returned to normal. "Of course. Milford treats me very well, and his parents like me a lot too. I just threw a little tantrum before, so Milford and I were having a disagreement."
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