The morning sun shone with good intentions (actually, it wasn't quite morning, more like late morning). Birds were chirping. A gentle breeze blew softly. The garden flowers were in full bloom, as if competing to see who wanted to be noticed most by my beautiful eyes.
And in the middle of all that beauty— ME.
Walking between two handsome men.
I smiled. No, I SMILED SO WIDE.
I was the winner!
I had successfully defeated that Cotton Candy Head. Look at my brother now; he could only watch me from afar along with Max and Father.
They were staring at me through the windows of our manor.
Thinking about it made my lips stretch until my cheeks ached, but I refused to let it go.
Because beyond my victory over my Cotton Candy brother, this smile didn't appear for just any reason. This was the victory smile of a woman at the peak of her life.
On my right, Duke Tristan—tall, calm, with a face like a divine carving of a god who woke up too early but remained perfect.
