Back in the grand foyer of the castle, Magdalen had slipped into her bridal

gown, a creation by Estelle that was the epitome of elegance. The strapless

design featured a bodice adorned with petals reminiscent of tulips, and a

voluminous skirt that cascaded down, embellished with pearls nestled within

delicate embroidery. The dress was a perfect match for the castle’s majestic

ambiance, where the wedding was to be held.

A buzz of inquiries surrounded Magdalen as guests marveled at her gown.

“Who’s the designer behind this stunning piece?” they asked.

Magdalen, with a gracious smile, replied, “Who else but KING!”

Enter title…

At the mention of KING, reactions varied from enlightenment to awe, and some

to disappointment. Those who had hoped to secure the designer for themselves

knew that with KING’s name attached, it was likely a far-fetched dream.

Catching Estelle’s eye from across the crowd, Magdalen winked, her smile

playful and radiant.

With half an hour to the ceremony’s start, guests filled the chapel, each taking

their seats. Old Mr. Jarvis and Old Mr. Quintin were given pride of place at the

front, stirring whispers among those who recognized Mr. Jarvis and pondered

family must have

attendance.

castle’s chapel was a sight to behold, with its

hall, majestic doors, and

and gravitas to the

began to play, the crowd settled

groomsmen emerged from

proceeding down the aisles that fanned out

bridal procession were Manley and Estelle.

she approached him, his handsome features

an easy smile, though his

span of seconds, Manley’s mind replayed the drama of their first

guarded interactions that followed, and

memories felt as close as yesterday,

they first met.

known each other for

the chance to call Estelle his

in her bridesmaid dress walking towards

bittersweet joy and a tumult of emotions

had lived a wild and unrestrained life, but at last, he had come to know

of loving someone

fate was not on their side, he did not

side by side, Manley taking

“In my heart, this is like you’re marrying me just

at his touch, her senses suddenly heightened. She

and caught sight

wore a sharp black coat, his figure tall and

shifting from surprise to a fleeting chill, but in an

locked

nearly turned to rush

hand tightened, steering her back

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