Leona Grant stopped in his tracks. His deep eyes coolly took in the scene before him. On the surface, he appeared calm and unruffled, but inside, a tempest was raging.
Annabelle Linton stood with her arms wrapped around Aaron Wyatt's neck. Aaron Wyatt was leaning down slightly, murmuring something to her, a gentle expression on his face.
The image of the handsome man and beautiful woman stung his eyes.
'Damn it, no matter how he looked at it, the two of them looked so perfect together!'
Leona Grant's gaze fixed on them as he asked coldly, "Who are those two? They look familiar."
The groom's father followed Leona Grant's line of sight to Annabelle Linton and Aaron Wyatt. He chuckled and said, "Those are the best man and maid of honor my son invited. They were all good friends with my son and daughter-in-law in college.
