Chapter 417
The room was adorned with elegant white florals and soft candlelight, filled with the warmth of a wedding celebration. Dressed in a classic ivory gown, Willow sat on the edge of her seat, quietly weeping, her face streaked with tears.
Eloise rushed in from outside. Upon seeing Willow in tears, she quickly went to comfort her and gently remarked, “My dear, why are you crying on your wedding day?”
Willow had been getting ready before sunrise. But with the wedding procession nearly at the door, she suddenly broke down in tears at the worst possible moment. Eloise, understandably, was beside herself with worry.
Willow wiped her tears with a handkerchief, too overcome with emotion to speak. Nona felt compelled to intervene: “Lady Suffield, you really can not hold Milady responsible. We graciously invited Lady Margaret, yet they not only prevented her from attending but even claimed she was unwell! Isn’t this just ruining Milady’s special day?”
No one wanted to hear news like that on their wedding day–it was bad luck for the bride, casting a shadow over the
occasion.
Eloise furrowed her brow at the news. “How utterly disgraceful! How could they lower themselves to such behavior?” No bride wanted to be branded as a bad buck.
Nona dropped to her knees, pleading, “Please, Lady Suffield, have mercy on Milady. Just this once, could you let Lady Margaret and Athena come back to see her?”
Rumors had long circulated in the capital that Willow was the reason the Duke of Suffield’s family had severed all ties with Athena. If neither Athena nor Margaret attended the wedding, it would only serve to confirm those whispers.
Eloise recognized this as well. Noticing that there was still time before the wedding, she made a resolute decision. Gently, she said, “My dear, please wait here for a moment. I will go and resolve this for you.”
“Mother…” Willow sobbed softly, nearly collapsing to her knees. Eloise quickly supported her, saying gently, “No more tears on your wedding day, my dear. Just take a moment to breathe and wait.”
‘If dropping to my knees is what it takes to bring Mother back, then that’s exactly what I would do. With my status as the Duchess,‘ Eloise thought confidently, ‘there’s no way she could bear to keep me kneeling for long.
Eloise hurried out with her attendants, while Willow cast a sly glance at her departing figure, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. ‘I knew it,‘ Willow thought smugly. “Mother always has a soft spot for me.”
“Oh, you…” Willow sighed, then handed a stack of money to Nona. “Once we enter the Osborne household, you need to be more careful, understood?”
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