Chapter 403

"No."

She couldn't bring herself to admit she didn't care whether the wedding took place or not. Instead, Mila flipped through the catalog and, almost absentmindedly, pointed to the most expensive, lavish gown on the page.

"This one will do."

"Oh! Of course, absolutely."

Lea quickly masked her delight, nodding eagerly. "Then, about the specifics-the flowers, the reception menu-”

"We can sort out the details later."

Mila cut her off, gesturing to the delicate pastries and coffee arranged on the table. "Won't you have some pastries, Ms. Lea?"

It had been so long since anyone had spoken to her.

In this old manor, Mila had to play the mute. She couldn't even show her face in front of Cossio. The servants here were just as silent, moving about their work wordlessly, as if they too had no voices.

She cherished this rare social encounter.

Doing her best to prolong the conversation, she chatted a bit more. Only when dusk settled did Mila, with a reluctant smile, finally see Lea to the door.

Once again, the manor fell silent.

After dinner with Cossio, Mila returned to her room. She removed the veil with a sigh of relief, then leaned against the window, gazing out toward the distant coastline.

Out at sea, several ships were nearing the shore.

she tipped her head up

Almost there.

longer. Soon, she'd finally

on the

once-quiet waterfront burst to life, crowds spilling onto

thirty slipping off one ship at the edge of the harbor. They followed a man

Soon after,

out, each taking up a vantage point with a clear view

"Two Negronis," he said.

pair of ruby-red cocktails and slid one toward the only other patron hunched over the counter-a red-haired man who

"Wake up."

a pair of dazed,

to down the drink that had been pushed his way. His blue eyes grew even cloudier as he grinned, reaching for the second glass. But the man in the coat pulled it away, tipping up his hat just enough

this how you

the redhead

that's how you greet an

sober up, I'll set fire to your wine cellar," Lysander replied

"You cruel bastard."

pocket and tossed it across the counter. "Take a look. Old Cossio means business this time. Your beloved wife is about

On the invitation,

Oddly, the bride's name was left blank. Lysander knew exactly

his mother, and

Not a chance.

whining beside him, he finally

"Ugh—"

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