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The Quintin household was buzzing with excitement today. Geoffrey and his wife, Catherine, along with their
daughter Magdalen, had come over. Sophia also brought along her boyfriend, Robin Ziegler; and to top it off, the
fashionably late Jonathan and Estelle had just walked in. The entire living room was packed to the brim with family
members and laughter.
As soon as Estelle and Jonathan arrived, they became the targets of Magdalen’s playful teasing. Old Mr. Jarvis, who
was fond of both his children equally, watched the banter with a chuckle, while Old Man Quintin jumped to Estelle’s
defense, “I’m just glad Estelle could make it. It’s an honor for me!”
He turned to Geoffrey, “Don’t be too hard on the youngsters!”
Geoffrey sipped his tea with a smile, “Only an enlightened and wise patriarch like Old Man Quintin could raise such a
fine young woman like Estelle!”
Old Man Quintin laughed heartily, “Now, now, you can’t say that. Someone might get jealous!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOld Mr. Jarvis scoffed from the side, “you got a bargain and acted coy, trying to pin the label of being narrow-
minded on me!”
The room erupted into laughter.
A servant came by, announcing that lunch was ready.
Everyone made their way to the dining room, exchanging courteous gestures to each other.
Trailing behind, Robin asked Sophia, “I heard about Ms. Sampson and Mr. Jerome’s wedding yesterday. Why didn’t
you tell me earlier? I would have loved to join you.”
Sophia, linking arms with him, said, “Didn’t I tell you I was attending a friend’s wedding? I even mentioned I was a
bridesmaid; I asked you to come, but you were too busy with a client, so I didn’t want to disturb you.”
Robin frowned slightly, “If I had known it was the Sampson and Langston families’ wedding, I would have definitely
been there!”
Truth be told, the Sampson and Langston wedding had been all over the news a few days ago, but Robin had been
too swamped with work to remember that Sophia knew Ms. Sampson.
Sophia felt a twinge of discomfort. Robin’s regret at missing the wedding had nothing to do with not being there for
her or not seeing her as a bridesmaid; it was all about the prestige of the Sampson and Langston families.
Jonathan had flown back from abroad just for Estelle, yet her own boyfriend, who lived in the same city, had chosen
a client over her.
A hint of disappointment crept into her heart.
Noticing Sophia’s displeasure, Robin quickly realized his mistake; so he took her hand, coaxing, “What I meant was,
I thought it was just another wedding. Had I known it was for such a dear friend of yours, I would have made it.”
Sophia was easy to cheer up; hearing this, she felt her mood brightened instantly, and then teased, “Let’s just
forget about it and go have lunch.”
As everyone settled at the table, Estelle inquired, “Where’s my mentor? Wasn’t he supposed to come today?”
Old Man Quintin replied, “He’s in H City. His flight was in this morning, so he’ll probably arrive later. Let’s not wait for
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhim.”
With the family gathered, the atmosphere was warm and cheerful throughout the meal.
After toasting the elders, Robin offered a drink to Jonathan and then filled his glass to the brim, apologizing to
Morrison for missing the wedding the day before.
It was Robin’s first visit to the Quintin family home. His tall figure, handsome face, and impeccable manner made a
good impression on Old Man Quintin.
Only Old Mr. Jarvis’s brows furrowed ever so slightly in disapproval.
During lunch, Geoffrey spoke up with a light smile, “Estelle, before you two arrived, Old Mr. Jarvis and I were
discussing you and Jonathan’s wedding. Having it here in J City and giving us two months to prepare seems about
right. What do you think?”
Catherine added with a laugh, “Estelle could design her own wedding dress. Don’t worry about the rest; I’ll handle
everything.”
Magdalen was thrilled, “Two months is just around the holidays—perfect timing!”
Estelle, who had been sipping her soup, looked over at Jonathan with her spoon still in hand.
Jonathan spoke calmly, “Estelle and I have discussed it. We’ve decided to have the wedding next spring.”
His words dropped into a sudden silence. Old Mr. Jarvis frowned, “Next year?”
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