Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 502

Over the next few days, Emma was a whirlwind of activity, joyfully planning the wedding. She took Liliana for makeup trials and wedding dress fittings, and then to tasting menus and venue bookings, busying herself endlessly.

Of course, people were curious why Emma was accompanying Liliana to all these appointments instead of Finnian, the groom-to-be.

Liliana addressed this by releasing a statement, explaining that Finnian was too busy with work to join her and had asked his mother to go with her instead.

Upon seeing the news, people feigned understanding, praising Finnian as a good man and Emma as a wonderful mother-in-law. Privately, however, their thoughts were quite different.

Rumors had long circulated about Finnian’s feelings for Amara, especially since he had risked his life to save her multiple times. Yet, they had never gotten together, leaving everyone to speculate about who he truly loved.

Many believed that Amara was the one he truly loved, and he was being forced to marry Liliana for other reasons.

Liliana had heard some of these whispers, and they infuriated her. She secretly vowed to go through with the wedding and make Finnian fall in love with her. One day, they would appear in public as a loving couple and prove all the doubters wrong.

Meanwhile, there was some good news. Editing for *Whispers of Winter* had begun, and the occasional teasers that were released were generating a lot of buzz, suggesting the show would be a huge hit when it aired.

At the same time, *Letters from Yesterday* was also preparing for its premiere. One day, Mr. Frost asked to meet Amara at a coffee shop to discuss the plot, so she tidied up and went.

Mr. Frost was in his early thirties, tall and thin with long hair and somewhat androgynous features. But his personality was nothing like his subdued appearance.

It wouldn't be quite right to call him cheerful, as he often drifted into deep thought on set, ignoring anyone who tried to talk to him, and was prone to sudden fits of temper.

When Amara arrived at the coffee shop, Mr. Frost was already waiting at a window seat. He spotted her and waved excitedly.

“Amara, over here! I’ve read your new script revisions, and they’re brilliant! But there's one part where I have a different idea. Come listen to what I'm thinking.”

It was no wonder people called him eccentric. He didn't even bother with pleasantries, just pulled her down into the seat across from him and immediately launched into his ideas.

He gestured wildly as he spoke, completely oblivious to the public setting, his face alight with passionate excitement. Other patrons were already starting to give them strange looks.

As a normal person, Amara was initially a bit embarrassed, feeling like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.