Sophie’s eyes sparkled with amazement as she clung to Estelle’s hand. “When I get married, I want you to design my wedding dress too.”

Estelle offered a warm smile. “Have you forgotten what your own job is?”

“I don’t care. I want to walk down the aisle in a dress you’ve designed!” Sophie giggled.

Estelle chuckled softly. “So, are you and Robin talking about tying the knot already?”

Sophie sighed. “Not even close. Robin’s really focused on his career right now; he doesn’t want any distractions. But I’m in no rush. As long as he’s happy, I’m happy.”

After a bit more casual chat, a commotion erupted from downstairs. Morrison had arrived to fetch the bride.

Sophie quickly pulled Estelle into the bedroom, and the other bridesmaids buzzed with excitement and nerves. They shut the door, ready to blockade the groom.

Morrison, in his sleek black suit, exuded a gentlemanly stability, the faint smile softening his otherwise indifferent demeanor, adding a scholarly charm.

had brought three groomsmen, and they were all stopped outside Magdalen’s bedroom

bridesmaids, started firing

your

favorite

do push-ups, and the groom sings a song to

Sophie and the others erupt into giggles and chaos, curious about Morrison’s expression on the other side of the

the questions well, but singing proved to

bridesmaids were relentless, insisting that

the door open,

It’s a beautiful night

for something dumb to

I think I wanna

voice seeped in, steady and unhurried, much like the love story he

walked over, and flung the door open. There she saw him, his gaze lowered, singing softly, her eyes glistening with

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