My Groom Made Me Ride a Scooter to Our Wedding, So I Married a Mafia Don Chapter 01

There was only an hour left before the ceremony. If Ethan’s arrangements went wrong, I would miss my own wedding.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Ethan. I picked up immediately and asked anxiously, “Ethan! Where’s the car that was supposed to pick me up? Why hasn’t it arrived?!”

Ethan apologized on the other end.

“Listen, Sophia, I don’t think I can pick you up. Cynthia gets carsick. She throws up in other cars except my Cullinan.”

He continued, “Plus, I just picked her up, so there’s no way I can turn around and get you now. Just grab a Lime scooter and ride it to the hotel. That’s what you ride to work every day, right?”

I froze, then fury rushed to my head. “Ethan, are you out of your mind?! Today is our wedding, not yours and Cynthia’s! You sent my car to pick up your ‘good friend’? Who’s getting married today?!”

“I’m wearing a floor-length gown! You expect me to balance on an electric scooter in my wedding dress?!”

Ethan sighed irritably. “Come on, Sophia. It’s just transportation. I know your family’s poor. You’ve never even been in a luxury car.”

He added, “You just want to ride in my Cullinan so you can show off to your friends, right? Tell them you married a rich guy. I’ve been meaning to say this—you’ve gotten way too vain.”

A soft, timid voice came through the phone.”Ethan, is Sophia mad? Maybe you should just drop me off on the side of the road. I’ll call an Uber myself.”

“Even though I get really carsick in normal cars… I don’t want her to misunderstand you. Today’s supposed to be a happy day. Don’t let her be upset because of me. Please, just go along with her.”

“It’s all my fault. I knew she would always misunderstand our relationship, but I still got in this car…”

Ethan comforted her gently. “She’s just vain. She wants to ride in my Cullinan so her poor friends will be jealous.”

“I’m not gonna cater to that.”

“She usually searches for discount codes to save two dollars on a scooter. Now I’m marrying her, pulling her out of that shabby little world of hers, and she thinks she can act spoiled just because I agreed to marry her?”

After comforting his childhood sweetheart, Ethan’s tone turned cold again. “Sophia, today is our wedding. I don’t want to fight with you. If you still want to be my wife, ride the scooter here yourself. If you keep throwing these childish fits, you’ll deal with the consequences.”

Then he hung up.

I opened the group chat made for this wedding. It was full of Ethan and Cynthia’s arrogant friends in their social circle.

Someone had just posted a video of the car convoy driving down the street. The lead car was Ethan’s Cullinan.

“Ethan really can’t stand Cynthia suffering even a little. He drove an extra hour just to pick her up.”

“Sophia is making a big deal out of nothing. Marrying Ethan is like a stray dog getting into the palace. What does she have to be unhappy about?”

“How many times do I have to say it? She’s not good enough for Ethan. If Cynthia hadn’t gone abroad back then, would Sophia even have a chance? The one who isn’t loved is always the third wheel. Everyone knows Cynthia is Ethan’s perfect match.”

Cynthia quickly sent a voice message. “Don’t say that, everyone! Sophia is in the group!”

Cynthia: [@Sophia, don’t take it to heart! They just think Ethan and I look better together… No, that’s not what I meant! I mean, once you get familiar with us, everyone will see that you and Ethan are a good fit too!]