Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 711

Brielle was blissfully unaware of Alivia’s machinations as she quietly drove the car, noticing Aubree’s silence beside her Aubree sat in the passenger seat, gazing at the world passing by, wrapped in her own thoughts

Sometimes, Brielle considered silence to be the best companion.

The road to Radiant Light Church was familiar territory for Brielle. Having driven it once before, she pressed a bit heavier on the gas pedal. Still, the church was a good distance from the heart of Beaconsfield, and it was three in the morning by the time they arrived.

At this hour, the doors were closed. The priests would be asleep, so the two women made do with what they had and spent the night in

the car.

At five o’clock. Brielle woke Aubree. “Can you hear the bells echoing from the hills? Come on, let’s go up. We’ll catch the sunrise just in time”

Aubree followed her lead, and together they ventured toward the church. Before them, the landscape unfolded into endless rolling hills. As the sun crested the horizon, Aubree felt an overwhelming urge to cry

and beautiful, and she had wasted so much time fixated on just one person. It

he descended from the Clements family’s grand spiral staircase, like a prince looking down upon her from his lofty perch Perhaps their ending was written in that

climbed mountains, or imagined herself beside a meadow’s lake under a galaxy of stars. Her heart was

tree, this chapter of her life could finally close

with darkness, making

were surprised to learn that the women had come to collect a

a gracious smile. “Perhaps some of us

worry. Love brings fear. Those free from love are free from both.”

but offered no argument. It had not been long since she had left her own pledge among the many, and though she remembered where she had placed it,

began their search at the lowest branches and worked their way up. After an hour, they

of calm resolve. By now, Andrew and Tessa would be on their way to the chapel in a wedding limousine. The irony of

exchanged their vows

she reveled in the envious gazes of the other women. This was how it should be–she was bom a Rowland, destined to be the center of

the ring on Tessa’s finger. Tessa was too immersed in her bliss to notice.