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

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

met Andrew was when 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

herself beside a meadow’s lake under a galaxy of stars. Her heart was tethered to

she could retrieve the wish she had tied to that tree, this chapter of her life could finally

still tinged with darkness, making the rising sun all the more brilliant

to learn that the women had come to collect a

offered to her with a gracious smile. “Perhaps some

and sighed. “Love brings worry. Love brings fear. Those

own pledge among the many, and though she remembered where she had

and Aubree began their search at the lowest branches and worked their way

in sweat, but when she looked at Aubree, her friend’s face was a picture of calm resolve. By now, Andrew and Tessa would be on their way to the chapel in a wedding limousine. The irony of

Andrew and Tessa had exchanged their vows

how it should be–she was bom a Rowland, destined to be the center of attention. She thanked Andrew

for all her visible happiness, Andrew’s demeanor remained detached, even as he placed the ring on Tessa’s finger. Tessa was too immersed