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Back in the grand foyer of the castle, Magdalen had slipped into her bridal
gown, a creation by Estelle that was the epitome of elegance. The strapless
design featured a bodice adorned with petals reminiscent of tulips, and a
voluminous skirt that cascaded down, embellished with pearls nestled within
delicate embroidery. The dress was a perfect match for the castle’s majestic
ambiance, where the wedding was to be held.
A buzz of inquiries surrounded Magdalen as guests marveled at her gown.
“Who’s the designer behind this stunning piece?” they asked.
Magdalen, with a gracious smile, replied, “Who else but KING!”
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At the mention of KING, reactions varied from enlightenment to awe, and some
to disappointment. Those who had hoped to secure the designer for themselves
knew that with KING’s name attached, it was likely a far-fetched dream.
Catching Estelle’s eye from across the crowd, Magdalen winked, her smile
playful and radiant.
With half an hour to the ceremony’s start, guests filled the chapel, each taking
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front, stirring whispers among those who recognized Mr. Jarvis and pondered
the special connection the Langston family must have to have him in
attendance.
The castle’s chapel was a sight to behold, with its ornate Roman columns,
soaring entrance hall, majestic doors, and flowers scattered throughout, adding
romance and gravitas to the space.
As the elegant music began to play, the crowd settled into a hushed
anticipation. Bridesmaids and groomsmen emerged from either side of the
grand entrance, proceeding down the aisles that fanned out from the doorway.
At the lead of the bridal procession were Manley and Estelle. Manley couldn’t
take his eyes off Estelle as she approached him, his handsome features relaxed
into an easy smile, though his heart raced in secret.
In the span of seconds, Manley’s mind replayed the drama of their first meeting,
the guarded interactions that followed, and the profound moments they later
shared. These memories felt as close as yesterday, yet years had passed since
they first met.
He realized they had known each other for so long.
Perhaps he would never have the chance to call Estelle his own, but in that
moment, as he watched her in her bridesmaid dress walking towards him, his
heart swelled with bittersweet joy and a tumult of emotions he couldn’t calm.
He had lived a wild and unrestrained life, but at last, he had come to know the
taste of loving someone deeply.
Even if fate was not on their side, he did not regret this longing.
Soon, they were side by side, Manley taking Estelle’s hand, whispering with a
chuckle, “In my heart, this is like you’re marrying me just this once!”
Estelle tensed at his touch, her senses suddenly heightened. She glanced
towards the entrance and caught sight of Jonathan stepping in.
He wore a sharp black coat, his figure tall and determined as he hurried in. His
gaze met hers, shifting from surprise to a fleeting chill, but in an instant.
Across the sea of guests, their eyes locked and Estelle felt a surge of elation.
She nearly turned to rush towards him.
Manley’s grip on her hand tightened, steering her back to the present, reminding
her that the wedding was underway.
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Jonathan, seeing Estelle hand in hand with Manley, felt an urge to pull her away.
Charlie stepped in, placing a hand on Jonathan’s shoulder, urging, “Keep it cool,
the ceremony’s still on.”
Jonathan struggled to remain composed, his handsome face twisted with
frustration. “Why is Manley here?”
Charlie shrugged, “Manley and Magdalen are friends. It’s normal for him to be
here.”
He nudged Jonathan towards their seats, trying to calm him, “Don’t panic,
Estelle’s still yours. No one’s taking her away. Manley’s just getting a moment’s
advantage, that’s all.”
Jonathan’s eyes remained fixed on Estelle, never having seen her so beautifully
dressed, yet now it seemed to torment him.
Ten days without her, his longing had become unbearable, and now he had
returned only to find her elegantly on Manley’s arm.
The sensation was like oil poured onto boiling water.
Charlie settled him down with a teasing tone, “I only just found out Magdalen
called Manley back. Seems like she’s trying to provoke you! But why did you
stay abroad for so long?”
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