“Is the bride ready? We’re about to head out–”

“Wait!” I called out to the bridesmaids and leaned in close to whisper something in one of their ears.

“Miss Scott… you’re not joking, are you?” she asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

I nodded firmly.

“Here…”

Then, as the notification of money transferring rang out on her phone, her expression changed instantly.

She smiled brightly as she said, “I’ll take care of it right away.”

I leaned back in my seat, staring out at the roadside scenery, lost in deep thought. No one understood why I insisted on taking such a remote route, but only I knew it was because I wanted to avoid the tragedy from my previous life.

Yet, halfway down the road, fate collided with me again. Another bride on her way to her wedding appeared head-on.

The car window rolled down, and Selena’s face peeked out.

“Trish, what a coincidence,” she said sweetly. “Our weddings are on the same day and apparently even on the same route. I saw online that when two brides meet, they’re supposed to exchange bouquets. Look, I made this one myself. Isn’t it pretty? Let’s exchange bouquets, shall we?”

She held up the same cheap plastic bouquet from my previous life, waiting eagerly for my response.

My gaze lingered on her, my feelings a storm of complexity. I had gone out of my way to avoid her this time, yet somehow, she still crossed my path.

I shook my head decisively. “My bouquet isn’t meant for you. Let’s not.”

Now I was certain that our so-called ‘chance encounter’ in my last life had never been a coincidence.

“Trish, please. I don’t want my groom's parents to look down on me…” she whined. “Exchanging bouquets is good luck. Everyone does it.”

She looked at me pleadingly, her eyes red with tears. “Trish, I swear I’ll give it back once we’re out of the cars.”

However, I shook my head again and said coldly, “I said no. My bouquet isn’t for you. Selena, you should head out now before you’re late to your own ceremony.”

Her jaw tightened, a flicker of something dark passing through her eyes.

Then, she forced a trembling cry, “Trish, my photographer’s livestreaming… Can’t you just help me this once?”

I froze and pulled out my phone. Sure enough, her livestream chat was filled to the brim with comments. Some viewers even recognized me.

“Isn’t that Trisha Scott, the Scotts’ daughter?”

“What’s going on? Can’t believe the Scotts are so petty, arguing over a bouquet.”

“Seriously, the poor girl just wanted a bit of good luck. She even livestreamed making that bouquet last night. It took her hours!”

“Are the Scotts really that stingy?”

“I heard Trisha rerouted her journey at the last minute, just to bump into them. A classic spoiled heiress move!”

My eyes hardened as I looked back at Selena. I was now a hundred percent sure that, whether in my past life or this one, she had deliberately followed me.

“Trish,” she pleaded again, “I’ve worked so hard for this wedding. I just want it to be perfect. Please help me. They say if brides cross paths but don’t exchange bouquets, it’ll ruin their happiness. I never thought you’d suddenly change your route… I know you don’t think much of mine, but I poured my heart into making it. Don’t tell me everything has to be measured by money?”

She stayed put, refusing to leave.

Meanwhile, the hate-filled comments in her livestream grew louder, fueled by her manipulation. The more my reputation crumbled, the more satisfied she seemed. She really would stop at nothing to ruin me on my wedding day.

I let out a long sigh. “Fine. Since you insist, take it.”

Smiling, I held out my bouquet. “There’s no need to return it. It’s yours now.”

Selena’s face lit up as she reached for it, only for her expression to instantly drain of color the moment she saw the bouquet up close.

“How could this be? Trish, you’re joking, right?”

Selena’s face turned pale as she stared at the fresh bouquet in my hands.

I looked at her, a faint smile tugging at my lips.

“I just came from paying respects to my granddad and my father. They can’t be with me at my wedding, so this is the only way I can include them. I went to the cemetery myself and told them I was getting married today. This bouquet is my way of honoring them, so that, from above, they’ll be able to witness it too.

“I just didn’t expect to run into another bride on this route. It seems you had the unique idea of arranging your wedding convoy to pass right by the cemetery, Selena.”

The crowd suddenly realized something was off.

That was right. My granddad passed away last year, and he was a world-renowned artist who was mourned deeply when he died. My dad, on the other hand, had been killed in a car crash the very day I was born.

The public opinion in the livestream shifted instantly.

“Wait a second, doesn’t that make Selena the odd one here?”

“Trisha was quiet and respectful, but Selena came blasting music. Isn’t that disrespectful to the dead?”

“The more I think about it, the weirder it seems.”

“I heard Selena’s mother used to work for the Scotts. Don’t tell me Selena’s been deliberately following her boss’s family around.”

“Hahaha, it sounds like a servant girl tagging along with the bride.”

Selena’s expression turned chalk-white as she read the comments flooding in.

“Keep the bouquet,” I said softly. “Don’t let me stand in the way of your happiness.”

My eyes sparkled as I handed the fresh bouquet toward her. However, her smile faltered. She hesitated, clearly unwilling to go through with the exchange.

The livestream chat pounced on her immediately.

“What’s going on with Selena?”

“She was desperate to swap just a minute ago, and now she’s refusing?”

“I heard some brides deliberately prepare a cheap bouquet just to trade it for something expensive. Remember when the Birks’ daughter got married? She had a bouquet made of gold, and someone switched it! Do you think Selena’s trying to scam Trisha’s heirloom bouquet, too?”

As the viewers started to piece everything together, Selena had no choice but to grit her teeth and go through with the exchange. Unfortunately, I had underestimated just how shameless she and her people could be.

When I arrived at the venue I had spent millions decorating, I found it already overrun. The stage was littered with confetti. Selena’s wedding had begun right there in my hall, and they were in the middle of tossing the bouquet.

My eyes darkened as I turned toward my brother, Sean. He flinched under my stare, guilt flickering in his eyes. However, he then looked back at Selena with a complicated, almost tender gaze before clearing his throat.

“Selena grew up with us. She’s practically like a little sister to me. Her mom has moved back to her hometown, and Selena’s on her own now. We couldn’t allow her to be bullied, could we? We had to give her some support. Besides, once she’s done, you can go up next. It’s all the same.”

After that, he smiled warmly at Selena, signaling for her bridesmaids to hand the bouquet up.

When I saw it, my breath caught in my throat. The bridesmaid was holding my bouquet—Granddad’s hand-carved jadeite heirloom.

I froze in disbelief, while Selena smirked triumphantly at me on stage.

“Now, I’ll share my blessings with everyone here.”

Then, with a casual flick, she tossed the jade bouquet high into the air. The priceless heirloom shattered into pieces the moment it hit the ground.

My face went dark, and rage boiled over as I stormed onto the stage. Before the cameras and flashing lights of countless media outlets, I slapped Selena so hard that she toppled to the floor.

Just like in my past life, every spotlight turned instantly on me.

Just as expected, Ian, Sean, and Flynn immediately rushed onto the stage to shield Selena behind them.

Sean swung at me, but I dodged nimbly. In turn, he lost his balance and stumbled toward the edge of the stage. I didn’t hesitate to give him a firm kick and sent him tumbling down. Thankfully, I had switched my heels for flats in the car earlier.

I turned my gaze back to Selena, a faint, mocking smile tugging at my lips.

“Do you have any idea what it is you just smashed?”

“It’s just a glass bouquet!” Selena’s eyes reddened as she pretended to look pitiful.

“You can find those for ten bucks online!” she argued again.

Sean’s face darkened from below the stage. “Enough. If you like it so much, I’ll order you a truckload of them! Get down now. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

After all, it was still my wedding day. No matter how furious he was, he didn’t dare make a scene in front of everyone.

“Trisha, if you keep making things hard for Selena, then this wedding’s off,” Ian threatened coldly, his gaze sharp with warning even as he looked at Selena with tenderness. “She’s not like you. Selena’s been through so much just to get here.”

“Well then, fine,” I shot back with a smirk. “Let’s call the wedding off. We never even signed the papers since you refused. Are you afraid your heart already belongs to someone else?

“In any case, I’ll leave the stage to you three. Enjoy your lives together. That’s more important than anything.”

I looked at him with nothing but ridicule in my eyes. In my past life, I must have been blind to have ever loved a man like this.

“You rich people take everything for granted,” Flynn jumped in self-righteously. “Selena worked so hard for this wedding. We’ll compensate you for the bouquet. Here’s one hundred bucks. Keep the change.”

Their shamelessness almost made me laugh.

“Compensate? Do you really think it was just glass? Forget the fact that it was top-grade jadeite…” I replied. “But it was hand-carved by my granddad, West Scott, one of the most renowned master artisans in the country. Its value exceeds a hundred million dollars.”

The crowd gasped in shock. The older generation, especially, knew the truth.

Flynn’s face drained of all color. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

“Enough! We’ll settle this privately,” Sean barked, trying to drag me off the stage as he sensed the tide turning against them.

However, I stepped aside calmly, speaking loudly and clearly, “You don’t need to compensate me.”

The four of them froze, having been caught off guard. My sudden change in words left them utterly confused.

“This jade bouquet has been sold to City Museum for one hundred million dollars. The funds will be donated to children in the mountains. The paperwork was finalized just earlier. The ones you owe compensation to… are not me.”

I turned my gaze back to Selena, her face pale as paper, my tone righteous and unyielding.

“Selena Greene, if I recall, you grew up in those same mountains. Your mother worked as our housekeeper after my mom took you both in. My family gave you shelter, support, and the chance to get where you are today. You, of all people, should understand that countless children still need help.

“You can’t forget your roots. You can’t take away someone else’s umbrella just because you once stood in the rain. Do you know how many children have lost their chance at education because of your vanity, your recklessness, and your ignorance?”

The press erupted, cameras flashing wildly. This was a massive scandal.

“Didn’t you say you’d pay me back?” I sneered at Flynn, who shrank back like a coward.

“You expect us to believe it’s worth a hundred million?” he stammered.

Before he could finish, Mr. Crossby entered with a group of people.

“Miss Scott, on behalf of City Museum, thank you. Rest assured, the funds will reach those children in need. And look, I even brought Mr. Lincoln with me.”

Sean’s vision blurred. It wasn’t just the museum director; there were also several prominent political figures in the room.

As their eyes fell on the shattered remains scattered across the stage, Mr. Crossby fell silent.

“Miss Scott, these fragments… Are they jadeite? And where is the bouquet itself…”