When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Hearing Matthew’s voice, Stella emerged from the kitchen.

“Grandma arrived early today.

Please, make sure you’re cooperative with her.

It’s important not to let her down.

I’ll be there to join you right after dinner.

”

Wearing a smile that radiated kindness, Lucia remarked playfully, “You’re such a thoughtful girl.

If Matthew ends up being too careless, we might just have to change the groom!”

“Don’t worry about that,” Matthew assured confidently.

He then gazed at Stella with an adoring look.

“I’m going to change and then I’ll be right down to lend a hand.

”

Matthew and Lucia remained engaged in their preparations until Stella summoned them for dinner.

This was a new experience for Matthew.

He had never been part of a wedding ceremony before, nor involved in any of its intricate planning.

Under Lucia’s expert guidance, he found himself marveling at the beauty and significance of the wedding rituals, which only heightened his anticipation for his own upcoming nuptials with Stella.

After the meal, Stella gently suggested that Lucia should head home, considering the lateness of the hour.

Lucia repeatedly reminded them to ensure the wedding invitations were prepared and dispatched without delay.

Back in the living room, Stella and Matthew were immersed in finalizing the guest List when Stella’s phone suddenly rang.

left Stella frozen in a moment

interaction, especially after the incident at the

wondering why Besty would

brief hesitation, she answered

“Besty? It’s quite late.

I assist

been ages since

Matthew Clark’s wife, and how modestly you’ve

how about a dinner to make amends for the

out of the picture

”

harbored no ill feelings towards Besty for the previous party’s mishap, especially considering Besty had staunchly supported her

issue with Zola ruin

and replied,

I actually have something

”

aside from Miley, Stella hadn’t really

in high regard, cherishing the memories and bonds

at Selene Bar,” Besty

that, Stella and Besty engaged in a

attention to the stack of invitation cards in front of her, meticulously writing each

concentration, Matthew couldn’t resist

approached her and asked, “What are you

“I’m meeting

just writing out a few invitations for

”

Stella was inscribing,

asked tentatively, “Would you like

head, but then, as if struck by a

slack off

please, don’t delegate it

”