Bidding a tender farewell to her parents, Morrison embraced Magdalen and stepped out the door, settling into the flower-adorned carriage that would take her to the Langston estate.

Estelle and Sophia, along with a few bridesmaids, climbed into their respective vehicles.

The procession, swollen by the Sampson family’s generous wedding gift, stretched down the entire street, a caravan so grand it caught the relentless gaze of the media, eager to cover every moment of the couple’s nuptials.

Perched in her seat, Estelle received a video call from Old Mr. Jarvis. She tapped to answer, and his chuckling visage filled her screen. “Estelle, I’m already at Old Mr. Quintin’s place. We’ll be heading to the hotel soon. Whereabouts are you now?”

Before she could reply, Old Mr. Quintin wedged himself into the frame. “Estelle, it’s your mentor!”

Old Mr. Jarvis glanced over with a look of mock distaste. “The girl has lost her memory? Needs you to introduce yourself specially?”

Old Mr. Quintin’s face soured as he retorted, “I’m just worried your big head is hogging the screen so Estelle can’t even see me!”

“She doesn’t want to see you at all!”

Estelle adores me

mentor closer

Estelle couldn’t help but wonder if these old friends turned playful rivals might end up

hadn’t managed to get a word in.

and asked, “Your grandpa? Quite the character,

her phone, at the last message from Jonathan that still sat unread from yesterday

chat, she began to type, [On my way to the

he’d surely be rushing if he could. She

set aside her phone, turning to gaze out

Magdalen and Morrison were smiling with Langston parents by their sides. The couple had been together for so long that the Langstons had long since embraced Magdalen as their own daughter. The tenderness and affection

a brief respite with sweets at the estate, they proceeded to the

itself, stylized like a castle garden. As the cars rolled through the

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