Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1865

"Absolutely, absolutely!" The speaker nodded in eager agreement, "These young folks have their own way of thinking, and we shouldn't be stuck in our old-fashioned ways. Let's just go with the flow!"

Mrs. James chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she gently dabbed at the corner of Kya's mouth with a napkin, removing a smidge of frosting.

Catherine chimed in, "You know, our Jonathan hasn't had his wedding yet. When the time comes, maybe our families could pick a date together and make it a grand affair. After all, Jonathan and Charlie are thick as thieves."

Mrs. James's gaze flickered thoughtfully before she looked up. "Sure, let the boys decide when they're ready!"

Catherine smiled warmly, her heart fluttering at the thought. If the two families joined forces for the wedding, things might move along quicker. She couldn't wait for the day Estelle would call her 'Mom'.

After the banquet, cars were ready outside to escort Old Mr. Jarvis and Old Mr. Quintin away.

Estelle, Jonathan, and Magdalen were among those to escort the two venerable guests out.

Those who wished to catch a glimpse of Old Mr. Jarvis had not yet had the chance, and now they lingered outside the hotel, hoping to see the legendary figure.

The Macclains were among the crowd, peering eagerly through the throng.

Elizabeth stood beside Terrence, her eyes wide with amazement. "Old Mr. Jarvis sure knows how to make an entrance!"

Terrence's voice was low and serious. "He's a man with clout that even folks from B City tip their hats to, so what do you think?"

"You went to meet Old Mr. Jarvis as well, didn't you?" Elizabeth inquired.

Terrence shook his head. "No luck."

"Well, there's no need for us to chase after him with our tails wagging. Old Mr. Jarvis is based in C City, and we're in J City; our paths rarely cross," Elizabeth huffed.

Frowning, Terrence said, "You don't understand. Our deal in B City got shelved because of Estelle's connection to the Crawleys. If Old Mr. Jarvis were to put in a word, just one word, it might breathe new life into the project."