Book TRK
Chapter 1210
A mixture of astonishment and embarrassment colored Rhea’s features as she confronted the explicit imagery contained in the video. Her gaze swiveled towards Shera, a question in her eyes-how had Shera come to possess this footage? Had Gianni been complicit in this invasion of privacy?
A theory crystallized, had Shera and Gianni plotted against her?
Cornered by the leverage this video provided, Rhea’s compliance was reluctantly coerced, culminating in her return alongside Shera.
Upon her arrival, however, an unsettling transformation unveiled itself—a house populated by unfamiliar faces, Shera’s confidantes usurping the roles of the established servants. Rhea’s possessions were confiscated, and she found herself incarcerated within a musty, damp warehouse.
On a sunny day, the symphony of the Lawrence and Fairclough families culminated in a grand union within the expanse of a lavish estate.
Under the cascade of notes, the bride traversed the aisle, arm entwined with her father’s, a figure resplendent in the light. The Sky Heart that adorned her neck gleamed with jincandescence, a testament to her radiant charm.
Seated nearby, Millie and Mylo shared a quiet communion. Marcus’s tardy entrance, attributed to business affairs, situated him within the rear rows.
Millie’s gaze remained steadfastly fixed on the couple gracing the stage, caught in the poignant exchange of rings. Graceful and elegant, the bride exuded a timeless beauty, while the groom, adorned with an air of wisdom, was the embodiment of handsomeness. Undoubtedly, they appeared to be an impeccably suited couple.
Adjacent whispers caught her ear, a chorus of envy for the opulence of the ceremony.
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“What an envy-inducing wedding! I wish for something similar, but my circumstances pale in comparison.”
“Extravagance knows no bounds. Both families have lavished resources on this event. Beyond our means, alas. At least we possess the solace of a wedding, a privilege denied to many.”
“Is marriage complete without such fanfare?”
“Shh, lower your voices. Just ahead of us is Mrs. Thomas, Millie.
Her wedding was a quiet affair, with the Thomas family sending only a car for her. It’s quite unfortunate.”
“I couldn’t agree more. Not having a proper wedding might end up being a major regret in her life.” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
Mylo surreptitiously observed Millie while the conversation flowed, noticing her head drooping with each passing comment. His patience waned, and his glare silenced the two gossips in an instant.
“So much noise…”
The two had transgressed and were then silenced.
Mylo then shifted his attention to Millie, inquiring with genuine concern, “Mrs. Thomas, are you all right?”
Millie’s head shook slightly, accompanied by a brave smile.
“I’m well.
Look at the ring I designed for the bride. Doesn’t it radiate beauty?”
Mylo’s glance traced the curve of Millie’s bare ring finger, an inward sigh escaping. Millie’s craftsmanship adorned another’s love story, while her own remained incomplete.
After the ceremonial exchange of vows, the celebration unfurled its wings, taking flight. An assortment of delectable delights graced long tables, an array of sumptuous offerings laid out for the taking.