"Mrs. Lockwood, are you thirsty? Want some water?"
"I'm fine, thank you. Ethan, Samuel, how about you guys?"
"No, thanks." Ethan replied, "I've got to head over to the wedding venue to check on Uncle's speech, make sure everything's set."
"I'll pass too." Samuel snapped his fingers with a mysterious grin, "Gotta go make some magic happen for your plan!"
"Thanks, Samuel."
After they left, Xanthea sighed and curiously picked up a bunch of gifts and cards scattered on the bed. As they slipped through her fingers, she noticed a beautiful decal among them. It depicted a scene of her and Orion holding hands as children, so delicately and beautifully crafted, with her holding a doll.
How thoughtful and detailed! She picked up the decal and gently pushed open the ornate window, holding it up to the brilliant sun outside. Their tiny figures shimmered in the light.
"It's so pretty."
The garden bloomed around her, like stepping into a fairy tale forest, and she, the princess in her castle, waiting for her prince charming.
Orion had fulfilled every girlish fantasy she ever had.
Remembering back to her debutante ball, waking up to grab his crisply pressed trouser leg, hearing his cool, distant voice, she never imagined she'd be so utterly won over by his tenderness and love.
"Bang!"
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