My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 479

“No, thanks.” Ethan replied, “I’ve got to head over to the wedding venue to check on Uncle’s speech, make sure everything’s set.”

111 pass too.” Samuel snapped his fingers with a mysterious grin, “Gotta go make some magic happen for your plan!”

“Thanks, Samuel.”

After they left, Xanthea sighed and curiously picked up a bunch of gifts and cards scattered on the bed. As they slipped through her fingers, she noticed a beautiful decal among them. It depicted a scene of her and Orlon holding hands as children, so delicately and beautifully crafted, with her holding a doll.

How thoughtful and detailed! She picked up the decal and gently pushed open the ornate window, holding it up to the brilliant sun outside. Their tiny figures shimmered in the light.

“It’s so pretty.”

stepping into a fairy tale forest, and she,

every girlish fantasy she ever

cool, distant voice, she never imagined she’d be so utterly won over by his tenderness and

“Bang!”

had arranged for there to be no pranks on the bride, but suddenly, the door burst open, and a tiny, speedy pink blur charged towards her, followed by a high–pitched wail.

“Hey!”

eyes tracing from her tiny flower shoes and pink dress up to her familiar, rosy–cheeked face, uncertainly uttering, “Seb?!”

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fists, rubbing his eyes while sobbing

man, has stolen you away in the end! You didn’t want to marry him, right? You love

into a little

switched up for the occasion, wearing flower shoes and a dress, and his hair done in tiny curls to match anyone not paying attention might mistake him for