Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 48 Narrow Path for Enemies (1)_1

"He’s not worth my anger anymore, just feeling a bit sentimental," Julia Bluen remarked. She picked up her coffee again, letting it sit for a moment. The heat had diminished slightly, and it was now the perfect temperature to drink. Her movements were graceful as she sipped gently. In response to her friend’s attempt to comfort her, she offered a reassuring glance.

She was born a blessed daughter of heaven. Although she rarely appeared in upper-class society, some people still knew her. Any acquaintance of hers was a figure others would flock to. Compared to Diana Powell, Julia was the true stepping stone for Nicholas Coldwell’s ambitions, but...

Rachel Bailey’s delicate hand reached out, grasping Julia’s hand that wasn’t holding coffee. Sincere words reached her ears, "Julia, stop feeling sentimental. I think you’re doing just fine. This way, you can really test Nicholas’s true feelings for you. Besides, you’ve now married the best man possible. If Nicholas knew you married the heir of the Horne family—a man whose influence in the Shopping Mall is so vast he can seemingly hide the sky with one hand—he would absolutely die of jealousy. No, he’s already regretting it deeply."

"Let’s not talk about that anymore, Rachel. You lost your job because of me. After you recover, come work for my family’s company. I know your capabilities best. My sister has run off from her marriage again, and with my own wedding to prepare for, I can’t take over the Finance Department. I’m worried my younger brother won’t be able to handle it alone. You could help him," Julia said, changing the subject, not wanting to dwell on Nicholas any longer.

She knew Julia Bluen would offer her a job as compensation.

Rachel withdrew her hand from Julia’s. After a moment’s thought, she said, "Julia, I don’t need you to find me another job. After hearing what your husband said, I’ve decided not to return to being a company accountant. I don’t want to be seen as a pawn for others to use for their advancement. So, I’ve made up my mind: I’m going to start my own business." Luckily, she still had over ten thousand in cash in her purse, which she could use as capital to start small.

"Rachel..."

"If you still consider me a friend, Julia, then stop worrying about my job. I have arms and legs; I won’t starve. Oh, by the way, aren’t you planning to have a wedding ceremony? Marriage is a big deal for a woman. You only wear a bridal gown once in your life, and you shouldn’t shortchange yourself. Even if you got married under those circumstances, a wedding is still necessary." Rachel remembered an important detail—the wedding ceremony.

Nowadays, many people don’t bother with wedding ceremonies, especially working-class individuals. They might meet someone while working away from home, fall in love, and simply go back with their partner to their family—considering the matter settled without a ceremony. But Rachel didn’t think that way. She believed a woman should walk into the Wedding Chapel in a pure white bridal gown to have no regrets.

"Don’t leave yourself with any regrets. Haven’t you heard what Dio Powell’s mistress said bitterly? She dreams of wearing a wedding gown, saying she’ll never have the chance in her lifetime because she’s tied down by that shameless Dio Powell. Even adorned with gold and silver, she’s still just a mistress." Rachel was most worried that her friend would simply get the marriage certificate and consider it done.

Staring at Rachel Bailey, Julia Bluen’s heart warmed. Her friend truly cared for her and worried about her suffering any injustice. She had hidden her identity and deceived her friend, yet her friend was still genuinely concerned for her. Their three years of friendship had not been in vain.

"There will be a wedding. It’s scheduled for four days from now," Julia answered softly, feeling somewhat apologetic. To spare her the embarrassment and prevent guests from whispering about her taking her sister’s place at the altar, Glades Horne had said no third-party individuals were allowed at the wedding, meaning she couldn’t invite Rachel to attend.

"It’s in four days? That’s so soon! Will everything be ready in time?" Rachel furrowed her brows.

Julia Bluen nodded, explaining to her friend that the wedding was originally prepared for Glades Horne and her sister. After her sister ran away, the wedding was never called off. Now, she was taking the bride’s place to proceed with the wedding on the same day, though all the originally invited guests had been uninvited.

After listening to Julia’s explanation, Rachel Bailey couldn’t help but give Julia a profound and inscrutable look, her eyes intently fixed on Julia’s beautiful almond-shaped eyes. The serious yet unfathomable expression made Julia laugh. "What’s wrong? Don’t you recognize me anymore?" she asked.

Reining in her gaze, Rachel giggled. "It’s nothing. But Julia, since you’re getting married, I want to be your bridesmaid. Anyway, the Horne family doesn’t know me, and you still haven’t found a bridesmaid, right? So please let me be your bridesmaid. A bridesmaid is indispensable, and I think Mr. Glades Horne wouldn’t object either." How could she not attend her friend’s wedding?

Right, how had she not thought of that before?

"Okay, I’ll have you as my bridesmaid," Julia gladly agreed, finally able to have her friend attend her wedding. "I’ll prepare your dress." She hadn’t forgotten that the thrifty Rachel Bailey didn’t own a formal gown.

"Mm." Rachel picked up her cup of coffee, downed it in one go, and set the cup back on the table. Her earlier gloom and tiredness had vanished. As she touched the fanny pack that still contained over ten thousand in cash, she suddenly had an idea and said to Julia, "Julia, let’s go shopping."

Julia agreed with a smile.

Calling the waiter over, Rachel insisted on paying the bill. Julia, treating her like an injured patient, helped support her as they walked out of the Serendipity Cafe.

Julia had driven this time. Of course, to avoid making her friend feel uncomfortable about the disparity in their social statuses, she still drove her modest car, worth only tens of thousands.

Maintaining a low profile was her usual style and also a way to avoid attracting attention.

The Horne family’s cancellation of so many guest invitations had already caused ripples in the Upper Class Society. Fearing the Horne family’s financial power and Glades Horne’s unpredictable nature, no one dared to inquire. However, this didn’t mean people lacked a taste for gossip. Reporters from various radio stations and newspapers, in particular, were racking their brains to find out why the Horne-Bluen alliance wedding had canceled so many guest viewings. Had the guests angered the two families, or was there another hidden reason? What secret were they trying to protect by altering the original wedding plans?

After helping Rachel Bailey into the passenger seat, Julia Bluen climbed into the car, instructed Rachel to buckle her seatbelt, and started the engine. She began to turn the car around, heading toward the street in front of the cafe. As she was turning, a BMW came down the street toward the cafe. The two cars nearly collided, but Julia, with her quick reflexes, sharply turned the steering wheel, and they brushed past each other without incident.

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