My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 130

"Sera! Are you coming to the college reunion this weekend?" Tiffany's voice practically vibrated with excitement over the phone.

Tiffany had always been the life of the party and loved a good crowd.

Seraphina, however, was much less enthusiastic and instinctively wanted to decline. "I don't really think—"

"No, no, no, don't you dare say no yet," Tiffany cut her off smoothly. "The class president just blasted the details in the group chat, and so many people are specifically asking if you're coming. They're saying it's been ages since anyone saw you. If you bail, you know they're just going to sit around gossiping about you behind your back."

Seraphina was speechless.

The truth was, she had spent most of her college years struggling just to keep her head above water, which was the main reason she wanted to avoid the reunion.

Her mother had passed away, and Samuel Simmons had practically forgotten she existed.

She had lived those years feeling suffocated and marginalized.

Everyone on campus only knew Sienna as the wealthy Simmons heiress. Seraphina had been completely invisible.

"Just come! It's been years. We'll just grab some drinks and catch up. It's not a firing squad," Tiffany pleaded lightly. "Besides, you're Mrs. Langford now! It would be an absolute tragedy not to show up and flex a little."

Seraphina couldn't help but laugh at her friend's dramatic logic. "What Mrs. Langford? Stop talking nonsense."

Her marriage to Lucian was strictly contractual, and she had zero interest in broadcasting it to the world.

"How is it nonsense? You signed the papers at City Hall, it's totally legal! Alright, it's settled. I'll swing by and pick you up this weekend. Do not even think about flaking on me."

Tiffany hung up before Seraphina could protest another word.

Staring at her phone, Seraphina let out a helpless, amused sigh.

She really didn't want to go.

Events like these were always just thinly veiled competitions to see who was doing better.

Back in college, she was constantly judged and measured against others, and she highly doubted anything had changed just because they had all graduated.

But Tiffany had a point—if she hid away, it would only make her look pathetic.

The weekend arrived in the blink of an eye.

Seraphina chose a tasteful pastel yellow babydoll dress, swept her hair back into an effortless ponytail, and applied a light, glowing touch of makeup.

Seraphina offered polite, gracious smiles, seamlessly navigating the small talk.

Tiffany leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Do you see who's over there?"

Seraphina followed her gaze to a woman draped in a striking red cocktail dress. She was holding court in the center of the room, her posture radiating arrogant superiority.

"Miranda Sinclair," Tiffany muttered under her breath. "The one who constantly tried to make your life a living hell. She name-dropped you like three times in the group chat. So stand tall, we are not letting her intimidate us tonight."

Seraphina remembered her vividly.

Miranda Sinclair came from a wealthy family and was undeniably pretty.

But for some inexplicable reason, from the first day of freshman year, Miranda had made it her personal mission to despise Seraphina.

All those vicious rumors—"Seraphina's wearing cheap knockoffs," "Seraphina's purse is a fake," "Seraphina's definitely got a sugar daddy"—ninety percent of them had originated directly from Miranda.

Seraphina still had no earthly idea what she had ever done to offend the girl so deeply.

Looking across the room, she had a sinking feeling that tonight was going to be anything but peaceful.