The wedding reception was in full swing, with Morrison Langston and his bride Magdalen Sampson making their way around the room, toasting their guests. Sophia had stepped out to take a call, and one of the bridesmaids had to leave early, leaving only Estelle and Gabrielle to flank Magdalen’s side.

Toasting was largely a formality. Whether Magdalen actually drank was at her discretion—no one dared to pressure her, and there was certainly no need for Estelle or Gabrielle to step in to deflect any unwanted drinks.

As they approached the Macclain family’s table, Elizabeth, eager to curry favor with the Sampsons, made a point of acknowledging Estelle in front of Magdalen. But before the newlyweds could reach her table, Elizabeth rose and called out with feigned affection, “Estelle, darling!”

Magdalen glanced at the Macclains but didn’t miss a beat, continuing right to the next table.

Morrison, his arm around Magdalen’s waist, was all too happy to indulge her impulse.

Estelle remained cool and detached, ignoring Elizabeth’s greeting as if it were never uttered.

Elizabeth’s smile froze awkwardly on her face. Surrounded by so many onlookers, she felt a hot flush of embarrassment and sat back down, pretending to ignore the snickers and murmurs from nearby guests.

Her expression darkened as she hissed to Simone, “Sabina was right; your daughter really does need discipline!”

Simone replied in a low, stern voice, “I told you to ignore her. She’s never paid us any mind!”

Natalia scoffed, “And to think, you were always defending Estelle. Turns out she doesn’t even acknowledge her families!”

Leonie, unbothered, retorted, “Recognition isn’t something you just talk about. And why should Estelle acknowledge us? Maybe we should all take a hard look in the mirror before we go criticizing others.”

Her words seemed to offend everyone at the table.

Natalia was so angry she almost had a heart attack on the spot!

Sabina glared at Estelle’s retreating figure, the memory of a certain scene outside pricking at her like a venomous thorn.

Meanwhile, Emily and her friends, including Marina Evert and Aimee Jordan, were engrossed in conversation when Magdalen approached. They quickly raised their glasses in celebration.

“I just saw Kya,” Magdalen beamed. “She’s become the darling among the aunts, and one lady even took off her jade necklace to let her play with it like it was a marble!”

Emily smiled warmly, “She was thrilled to be a flower girl for once!”

“Waiting for Kya to grow up to be my flower girl was a stroke of

bubbled up from the

bouquet. Congratulations! Hopefully, next time we’ll be drinking

smiled, “And what about you and Mr. Foster? With such a long engagement, is a wedding date on the

playfully, “Who knows what tomorrow will

a knowing look, immediately

the rounds in the banquet hall, Morrison led Magdalen upstairs to the VIP section, starting with the room where Jonathan and others from their circle—like Charlie, Carson,

Estelle, Jonathan’s gaze softened, recalling the words she had said in a

presence of Carson and the others ensured that Morrison and Magdalen couldn’t escape without drinking from the bridal cup, and

Lamont, it’s a true honor to have you come from such a distance. Even though

“Maybe someone else should give

Gabrielle squeezed past her, glass in hand, and declared, “Allow me to toast Mr. Lamont on Magdalen’s

room fell quiet, all eyes on Gabrielle, anticipating the

not close, watched her eagerness with a cold smirk. Gabrielle had been quick

cool and distant as he turned to Charlie, “You made the

I’m to

bride Magdalen Sampson making their way around the room, toasting their guests. Sophia had stepped

formality. Whether Magdalen actually drank was at her discretion—no one dared to pressure her, and there was certainly no need for

the Macclain family’s table, Elizabeth, eager to curry favor with the Sampsons, made a point of acknowledging Estelle in front of Magdalen. But before the newlyweds could reach her

didn’t miss a beat, continuing

around Magdalen’s waist, was all

remained cool and detached, ignoring Elizabeth’s greeting as if

hot flush of embarrassment and sat back down,

Simone, “Sabina was right; your daughter really

a low, stern voice, “I told you to ignore her. She’s never paid us

you were always defending Estelle. Turns out

about. And why should Estelle acknowledge us? Maybe we should all take a hard look in

to offend everyone

was so angry she almost had a

a

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