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 the

mentor closer

two seniors bicker on screen, Estelle couldn’t help but wonder if these old friends turned playful rivals might end up causing a scene at Magdalen’s

Mr. Jarvis fully engaged in their spat, Estelle hadn’t managed to get a word in. She closed the

chuckled and asked, “Your grandpa? Quite the

at her phone, at the

my way to the

then meticulously backspaced, erasing every word. Jonathan must be tied up with something important; he’d surely be rushing if he could. She decided not to press him further and add

set aside her phone, turning

couple had been together for so long that the Langstons had long since

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

As the cars rolled through the gates and

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