Chapter 171: She Wears Fake

The head maid got herself hammered with that bottle of wine and fell asleep in the lounge.

When she woke up, it was already 6 o’clock the next morning.

“Jesus Christ!”

She jumped up and sprinted into the kitchen crying, “Fuck we don’t have much time left! How is the cake coming along—”

The wedding cake was already finished.

When she came dashing in, Lyra was just adding one finishing touch—placing