Chapter 515-The Gossip Lover

Chapter 515: 515-The Gossip Lover

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"About that..." I began, deliberately hesitating. "I’m not so sure."

"You’re not sure?"

"I’m not," I repeated, offering her a faint smile. "Who knows whether that poor girl is even destined to have this engagement?"

The moment those words left my mouth, I noticed a sudden gleam in Mrs. Bakers’ eyes.

It was the kind of excitement she couldn’t have concealed even if she’d tried, practically screaming that she was desperate to know what I meant.

After all, that would give her something new to gossip about.

I did not interact anymore and closed the door.

I was sleeping peacefully when a knock on my door woke me the next morning.

Mrs. Baker had already driven me crazy with her endless chatter the night before, and I was in no mood to deal with anyone so early.

I stretched my arms above my head, yawning as I dragged my legs out of bed.

"Coming!" I called out irritably.

Still in my pajamas, I made my way toward the door.

At least I knew it wasn’t Ragnar.

If it were him, he would’ve let himself in without bothering to knock.

That man was shamelessly stubborn and had absolutely no concept of personal boundaries.

Whoever was standing outside clearly didn’t have access to my house keys.

It could be Theodore or Jaguar, though.

The thought alone made me groan inwardly. I really wasn’t looking forward to having a conversation with either of them, especially not right now.

Still, I approached the door.

"Who is it?" I called, deciding that if it was Theodore or Jaguar, I’d simply ask them to leave without inviting them inside.

"It’s Mrs. Baker, dear! Actually, I noticed an envelope addressed to you in your mailbox outside, so I thought I’d bring it over. And I’ve brought you some freshly baked bread too! I made it myself at home."

She was explaining all of this through the closed door while I stood there rolling my eyes.

Goodness, that woman had an endless supply of energy.

For someone who spent her entire day gathering gossip and her evenings passing every juicy detail along to anyone willing to listen, she certainly never seemed to get tired.

I finally opened the door and stared at her through sleepy eyes, unable to suppress another yawn.

"I thought you said Gigi wasn’t going to have an engagement ceremony?" she asked.

I scrunched my nose, still half asleep.

Honestly, half the things she was saying were going straight over my head.

"I’m sorry, what are you talking about?" I asked, stretching my mouth wide as another yawn escaped.

"Oh, nothing. It’s an invitation to the engagement ceremony. This one was specifically addressed to you."

That woke me up instantly.

I snatched the invitation from her hand and tore it open.

The moment I read it, my mood soured.

It was indeed an invitation to Gigi’s engagement ceremony, scheduled for the following day, and the man she was getting engaged to was none other than Alpha King Ragnar.

The same Ragnar who had warned me that I was supposed to marry him and nobody else.

Yet here he was, allowing that woman to send out invitations and announce their engagement to the whole world as though nothing were wrong.

I was already reaching for my phone, ready to call him and give him a piece of my mind, when thankfully, my wolf stirred awake.

"Didn’t you tell him you wanted him to announce that he’d marked you at the engagement ceremony?"

Oh.

That was right.

I had told him that.

I nodded to myself, scratching my scalp as the realization settled in.

"Okay, thank you, Mrs. Baker," I muttered before closing the door.

But almost immediately, I opened it again.

Mrs. Baker was still standing there with the basket of freshly baked bread in her hands.

I quickly took it from her.

"Thank you," I added with a fake smile before slamming the door shut.

Still feeling groggy, I wandered into the living room and dropped onto the sofa.

I was yawning nonstop, and the morning chill wasn’t helping either.

I grabbed an entire loaf of bread from the basket and began biting into it while examining the invitation.

Gigi had apparently sent everyone personalized invitations, each containing different instructions.

Mine specifically stated that she wanted me to wear white and that she had personally selected my dress.

How thoughtful of her.

Did she seriously think I was stupid enough not to cross-check with Jenna?

I immediately texted Jenna to ask what her invitation said, and her response confirmed exactly what I’d suspected.

Apparently, her card specifically instructed guests not to wear white.

How interesting.

So that was Gigi’s little plan.

She wanted to embarrass me in front of everyone by making me show up in a wedding gown while the rest of the guests had been explicitly forbidden from wearing white.

She wanted people to think I was some attention-starved fool, desperate to steal the spotlight at another woman’s engagement ceremony.

Well, wasn’t that clever of her?

Unfortunately for Gigi, she had absolutely no idea what was coming.

Because that beautiful wedding dress she’d so carefully picked out for me?

I was going to wear it.

I was going to show up at her engagement ceremony dressed like a bride, exactly as she’d intended.

Except there was one little detail she hadn’t considered.

I was going to steal her man too.

Because by the time that ceremony was over, I would be the bride.

It was perfect.

Absolutely perfect revenge.

And the best part?

I didn’t even have to lift a finger to set any of it up.

Gigi had practically planned her own humiliation, wrapped it up beautifully, and delivered it straight to my doorstep.

Just then, I heard my front door opening, and I immediately sprang to my feet.

Unfortunately, I had an enormous bite of bread stuffed in my mouth, so big that I could barely chew it, let alone finish swallowing it in time.

Forget running off to freshen up.

Before I could even do anything about the bread in my mouth, the door swung open, and in walked none other than Ragnar himself, looking all fresh and clean.

I had no idea where he’d taken a shower, but his hair was still wet.