I abruptly ended the video call and drove to the address Felicity had shared in the group.
As I approached her home, I spotted a massive red banner hanging over the entrance: [Warmly welcoming Mr. Ridley, President of All Grand Group, to the wedding!]
Beneath the banner stood Felicity, resplendent in a snow-white couture wedding gown, eagerly awaiting her groom.
A crowd of our high school classmates surrounded her, buzzing with excitement.
"Felicity, you really kept this under wraps! We had no idea you were marrying the CEO of All Grand Group!"
"Seriously! Mr. Ridley is a well-known entrepreneur! You've hit the jackpot!"
"Felicity, you're about to be a high-society lady! Don't forget about us little people!"
Even our high school teacher, Amanda Lane, was there, fawning over Felicity.
"Felicity, the first time I laid eyes on you, I knew you were destined for greatness. That's why I never scolded you for your grades; I knew you were born to be wealthy and didn't need to rely on academic achievements!"
As the crowd showered her with compliments, Felicity wore a triumphant smile, her eyes sparkling with self-satisfaction.
Logan had been living with me for years, seemingly doing nothing productive. To help him gain experience, I had entrusted him with managing the smallest company under my name, All Grand Group.
Little did I know that would become the very capital Felicity was now flaunting to bask in the spotlight.
When I walked in, the classmates who had been so eager to flatter her just moments ago suddenly furrowed their brows, looking at me with evident disdain.
One of Felicity's lackeys spotted the car behind me and rushed over with a sneer.
"Megan, you're really something else. Did you actually rent a Bentley just to come to Felicity's wedding and save face?"
At that, the others chimed in with scornful remarks.
"No wonder you had the nerve to show up; you just wanted to play pretend, right? Renting a car like that must cost you at least three months' salary!"
"Some people just love to put on a show. As if pretending to be rich could ever stack up against Felicity's husband!"
"Seriously, is it that hard to admit others are doing better than you? Why go through all that trouble to rent a fancy car just to keep up with the Joneses?"
Despite their derogatory comments, I remained calm.
"Actually, it's my car," I replied evenly.