When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Stella’s gaze lingered on the dress, a masterpiece she adored and a symbol of the Love and celebration awaiting her.

A smile tugged at her lips as visions of the impending wedding filled her thoughts with joy.

Noting her prolonged admiration, the makeup artist gently urged, “Mrs.

Clark, please take a seat.

Let’s start planning your makeup for today.

”

Stella refocused, agreeing with a nod before settling in front of the mirror.

Her eyes widened at the sight of an array of exquisite jewelry displayed before her, some with histories of prestigious auctions.

Surely, these couldn’t have come from the makeup artist.

Miley, noticing Stella’s astonishment, clarified, “Mr.

Clark had these delivered this morning.

He’s incredibly generous.

”

the

countdown to the

luxury cars lined up, and on the colossal screen adorning the outer wall, images

onlookers, hinting that perhaps in the next decade, no wedding in Seamarsh

‘s BunnyBookery

Matthew personally welcomed

by several renowned directors, extended his

“Congratulations, Mr.

and Mrs.

Clark.

”

graciously with a smile, ushering them to take

present as

but

subtly displayed his affection by wrapping an

for

”

of explicit words, an undercurrent of jealousy lingered

jealousy, eliciting a mix of amusement and speechless wonder in

his bitterness, offering a forced smile as he

Clark.

”