“Dear Mr. Sheffield, Mr. Calvert and Miss Evelyn will hold their engagement ceremony at 7 p.m., on Lunar January 20th, on the second floor of East City Hotel. Your presence is cordially requested."

When Sheffield left home that morning, Calvert had sent him the invitation card in person.

His face darkened after he read the contents, and he threw the invitation card back to the passenger seat.

Calvert had put his own name ahead of Evelyn's on the invitation card.

If it was Sheffield in his place, he would have put Evelyn's name in front of his. Was Calvert thinking of himself as a more important person than Evelyn? ‘Prince Calvert? Humph! You're just garbage in my eyes!' He cursed the man in his heart.

At around seven o'clock in the East City Hotel, people had already gathered.

Evelyn sat in the lounge, staring blankly at her phone.

She didn't invite Sheffield to the engagement party because she thought there was no need. Evelyn wasn't happy at all. Why would she invite him to witness the moment that would make him even more depressed? It would be like a slap in his face. She couldn't bear to see his expressions.

‘Oh, I'm sorry, Sheffield."

Evelyn's lower lip quivered when she tried to control her tears. She wanted to talk to him, but she seemed to have no idea what to do except saying sorry to Sheffield.

Debbie pushed the door open. She gently reminded her daughter of what was to come.

“It's time to go, Evelyn.”

Evelyn nodded, acknowledging Debbie.

"Yes." She stood up and walked out of the lounge, holding Debbie's arm firmly.

Debbie looked at her daughter, sighing inwardly. She was beautiful and radiant in her dress, but Debbie could tell from her stone face that she was sad.

Miranda and Matthew didn't come to the engagement ceremony today, so only Debbie, Carlos and Terrilynn were there.

The MC's happy and eager voice was soon heard all around.

“Ladies and gentlemen, now let's welcome our bride-to-be, Miss Evelyn."

The happiness in the MC's voice sounded ironic to her.

A wave of applause broke out among the guests. Evelyn loosened her arm from Debbie and stepped onto the stage in her white high heels.

She was wearing a white off-the-shoulder evening dress. Her permed Long hair fell on the shoulders. She wore make-up that made her features appear delicate. Her Lipstick was a wonderful contrast to this, with its red hues. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Evelyn was the shining star of the night.

The MC was standing in the middle of the stage, and on the other side was Calvert in a black suit.

Evelyn didn't turn to look at the guests. She didn't even care how many people there were under the stage and who they were. She just wanted the engagement ceremony to be over as soon as possible, so that she could leave this place. She tried her best not to show it, but it was all starting to suffocate her.

When Calvert placed a diamond ring on her finger, she tried to force a thin smile.

The crowd would not stop clapping. Their applause almost seemed deafening now. A man leaned against a wall, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, and his eyes never averted from the woman on the stage.