Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 861

The next morning.

A thick fog blanketed Cresthaven at dawn, turning the sky an oppressive, ashen gray that seemed to squeeze the very air out of Marguerite's lungs.

She woke early, ran through her morning routine, and slipped into a sleek black jumpsuit. Her makeup was light but precise-just enough to look put together.

The Polar Radiance launch was scheduled for ten o'clock. Marguerite needed to get there ahead of time, scope out the venue, and oversee the final details.

She glanced at her bare neck, debating whether a simple necklace might add a finishing touch, when her phone buzzed with a new message.

[St. Gabriel's Cathedral, 10:30 AM.]

The text was from Silas.

He must be sending her the address for the wedding. Marguerite's eyes tightened. She hurriedly locked her phone, but her gaze lingered on the jewelry box, resting on a deep blue silk scarf.

Her nerves were frayed. She didn't notice Maurice appear silently behind her.

His long arms reached around her shoulders, fastening a pearl necklace at her throat.

"A woman in a suit looks sharp, but it's best not to go too severe. Pearls are always the right choice."

Marguerite's heart jumped at his sudden presence.

Before she could protest, Maurice had already clasped the necklace and gently straightened her posture to face the mirror. "See? Looks much better, doesn't it?"

Marguerite bit her lip, her eyes meeting his reflection. "Can we skip having Gertie follow me today?"

Maurice's expression didn't change. "Fine."

Marguerite was taken aback. "You're actually agreeing?"

on

down

not the right fit

go ahead first and wait for me, all

studied his face.

to enjoy her

pointed look, "Be good. Don't do

exactly what he

way would she throw it all away by crashing

apartment, and made her way to the

find Janie sitting in the

Marguerite's face darkened.

agreed so easily! He got rid of Gertie, only to stick Janie in her

Unbelievable.

are unfounded. Get out of the car, Janie,

Janie looked uncomfortable. "Ms.

iel

those are Mr.

have

please don't

than it already is."

Marguerite's chest, heavy and suffocating. She could

This was suffocating.

exhaled shakily, resigned

So be it.

shadowed, stifling existence would finally end. Once Silas married Violet, Maurice would have no reason to stick around

at the

appointment, Stella would never