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.

her look more captivating, leaving a

we didn't receive any reports about the dress. I underestimated

it to us, he actually went directly to

I spoke up when I saw Asha rushing off the

my father turned to look when they heard my loud voice. They watched as

with concerned eyes, playing

guests haven't fully left the place yet, and she also just left

her father is in a good mood, and

enough. She doesn't have to

apologize for my sister, Astrid," I muttered with

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

time I apologize for my sister's behavior, she feels more like she owes me for

exactly

Your dress was supposed to be white, isn't it?" I questioned her while

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 why she decided to attend the ceremony and why she left

why I chose to do nothing and let her do things for me. In that way, things won't be traced back to me if things

if she continues

from the sewing department should be punished as well for being neglectful in their duty. Things would have been a mess if

at me with a glint in her eyes. "That's right,

them into this," Astrid suddenly spoke up, interrupting Father's words. "Everything went well. The sewing

in

Astrid

questioned, defending these people.