The host had just thrown a curveball at Spencer, asking if his decision to marry Emmeline was truly a matter of the heart.

There was a momentary pause, a beat too long, as Spencer's gaze swept over the crowd before settling back on the host to deliver his answer.

Prompted by a remark from a lady in the crowd, Spencer had locked eyes with Hertha as he spoke, and that was the moment Emmeline's heart sank with realization. It dawned on her that Spencer's affections were truly for Hertha; he had never let her go.

This realization pierced Emmeline like a thorn, refusing to leave her in peace. All she wanted now was clarity: Did Spencer truly love her, or was it Hertha all along?

Hertha, for her part, seemed even more anxious than Spencer, her eyes darting nervously towards him, fearing he might slip up and give the wrong answer again. Hertha understood the gravity of the situation for Emmeline. She knew that just one wrong move, one slip, could lead Emmeline to turn her back and walk away with her father. After all, a woman's intuition in matters of the heart is often sharper and more profound than a man's.

a small detail that hinted at his true feelings,

to marry," Spencer finally said, his voice breaking through Hertha's nervous

fixed solely on Emmeline, his demeanor radiating focus and sincerity. In that moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the world, everyone

eyes, filled with

repeating his vow, love you. It's because love you that I want to marry you. You're the only

against his lips.

a mix of fear and hope, looked up at Spencer. Emmeline, shorter in stature, had to look up to meet his gaze, her eyes brimming with. empathy. "Don't make such a harsh vow, believe you," she whispered. Though Emmeline craved the assurance of

with such a dire

voice as soothing as a lullaby, "Alright, no vows, but

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