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

connection the Langston family must have to

attendance.

was a sight to behold,

hall, majestic doors, and

gravitas to the

elegant music began to play, the

groomsmen emerged from either side of

down the aisles that fanned

lead of the bridal procession were

his eyes off Estelle as she approached him,

an easy smile, though his

of seconds, Manley’s mind replayed

interactions that followed, and

as close as yesterday, yet years had passed

they first met.

known

never have the chance to call Estelle his own, but in

he watched her in her bridesmaid dress walking towards him,

and a tumult of emotions he

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

loving

not on their side, he did not

by side, Manley

is like you’re marrying me just

her senses suddenly

entrance and caught sight

sharp black coat, his figure tall

hers, shifting from surprise to a fleeting chill, but in

their eyes locked and Estelle

turned to

grip on her hand tightened, steering her

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