Chapter 826

In early November, Elmsworth was graced with the year's first romantic dusting of

snow.

It also welcomed Marilla's twenty-fourth birthday.

Bright and early, Evadne bustled into the hospital with her "glam squad" in tow, ready to give the soon-to-be bride, Ms. Marilla, a stunning makeover.

Her team, including herself, was just three-strong-Camille and Nydia.

But with Camille's styling skills and Nydia's makeup magic, they could give any celebrity glam team a run for their money.

The girls burst into the hospital room, only to find Jareth with dark circles under his eyes, patiently feeding Marilla some oatmeal.

Marilla lit up at the sight of Evadne, her doe eyes sparkling with joy.

Unable to speak, she waved her hand enthusiastically in greeting.

Nourished by Jareth's care, Marilla's once crescent-moon thin face had filled out, her pale complexion now kissed with a rosy glow, adding an irresistible sweetness to her beauty.

Love, it seemed, was truly the best makeup a woman could wear.

Nydia felt almost redundant; Marilla, like her sister, was naturally radiant, her beauty effortless and fresh.

"Evadne, just a sec, let me finish feeding Marilla," Jareth said with an apologetic smile.

Evadne waved him off, "No rush, take your time, we've got plenty."

Jareth carefully skimmed the top layer of the oatmeal with a spoon, blowing on it to make sure it wasn't too hot for her.

The second spoonful he paired with a bit of refreshing greens, worried the plain oatmeal might not be to her taste.

This display of tender care had the three women swooning with a hearty dose of couple goals, grateful they each had their own slice of happiness to stave off any pangs of envy.

Camille's pert nose twitched, "Wow, that smells amazing. What is it?"

"Fish fillet oatmeal?" Evadne's nose was even sharper, guessing the dish outright.

"Oh! That's my favorite!" Nydia's eyes sparkled, as she felt a rumble in her stomach.

"I made plenty, there's more in the thermos if you haven't eaten," said Jareth, offering them to join.

made it yourself?" The women were

waltzed in with a smile wider than if he were attending his own wedding, holding a designer suit for

took great care of it overnight. This morning, he prepared the oatmeal himself, and those side dishes too. Wow, Ms. Evadne, you wouldn't believe how skillful our Mr. Fairhaven is at filleting-quick

look, and Dean instantly fell silent, though

"All by yourself?"

in disbelief, "My goodness, what time did

time," Jareth said, his eyes softening as

and Nydia were

they could scarcely believe that the man before them, domestic to his core, was once Elmsworth's most defiant and

had changed, in every aspect from his gaze to his demeanor. Only his unwavering love for Marilla remained

and suddenly her nose

up and

off guard by the sudden

felt a complex pang in her heart as she

"Marilla's autism hasn't improved yet. But it's okay, I'm

Evadne sighed softly.

okay? Marilla had already shown immense strength

that situation, she wasn't sure

Jareth stepped out of the room,

room to change into the

cheeks, deep-set eyes, and graying hair, he resembled a pine tree - weathered by the snow yet still standing tall and proud, though the sharp edges of his youth

knock

it with a

raised an eyebrow, brandishing a plastic

been sent by my lady with orders to dye your hair,

eyes crinkled with a rare

sure I trust your skills with

If it's ruined, we'll call this one on the

moment of lightness they hadn't experienced in

before the mirror while Thaddeus patiently applied the dye to his

turned black, Jareth teased, "We promised to grow

go. Marilla might just take issue with

won't mind. I'm more

Thaddeus looked puzzled.

that I look

pain making him wince sharply. "Calm down, bro! I got it, I messed

hair freshly dyed, Jareth stood shoulder to shoulder with Thaddeus in the

back to their glory days, when they were the dashing young tycoons of the business world, striding into the

of emotions, "I kinda feel

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