Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 222: Other Plans

Andros's POV

The crowd inside the grand hall gradually dispersed after the ceremony ended. The bustling energy of the ceremony now echoed with the receding footsteps of the departing guests.

Amidst the slowly emptying space, only we stayed behind. As the hosts of the event, of course, we had to be the last to leave the place.

I glanced at my father, who had a joyous smile on his face as he talked to his estranged daughter, Astrid.

I clenched my jaw, and my eyes turned cold when my eyes landed on Astrid's crimson-red gown.

I had been bracing myself all morning, anticipating the inevitable complaint about Astrid's dress. I thought my father would have been informed about it already.

But as the hours ticked by, the expected summons never came, leaving me puzzled and unsettled.

I was confident that Asha did something to Astrid's dress to stop this ceremony. My sister is like an open book, very easy to read.

I swear you could read her thoughts just by looking at her face. Seeing how lively she looked this morning, I know she did something to Astrid's dress, just like how I had secretly instigated her to do so.

Seeing that Astrid is wearing a crimson red dress instead of the white one, it seems Asha really destroyed her white dress, making it unwearable.

However, she was still unable to stop the ceremony from happening, just as we both wanted.

Asha and I were only left speechless when Astrid walked in with her crimson-red gown that looked better than the white one that was destroyed.

red gown only made her look more captivating, leaving a

reports about

went directly to

when I saw Asha rushing off the stage with a frown on her

when they heard my loud voice. They

stammered as I looked at him with concerned eyes, playing the role of both a dutiful son and

left the place yet, and she also just left without permission

for Asha, her father is in a good mood,

is already enough. She doesn't have

I muttered with brows furrowed in guilt as I

with a small smile. "It's alright," she replied in a small voice with a tone of humility

my sister's behavior, she feels more like she owes me

exactly

to

something bad again. Apparently, she destroyed the dress that she was supposed to wear today." I flinched back to make my look of surprise seem more believable. "How could that be? Are we sure that it's Asha? I don't think she would go this far," I answered, defending my sister. "The whole department in charge of making the dress attested to it. It explains

for me. In that way, things won't be traced back to me if things had gone wrong. "Asha could be willful at times. I'm sure she has learned her lesson right now," I tried to

happen if she continues to go against

think the people from the sewing department should be punished as well for being neglectful in their duty. Things would have been a mess if you hadn't pushed them to

looked at me with a glint in

up, interrupting Father's words. "Everything went well. The

in their

Astrid

questioned, defending these people.