Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 245

Saturday evening.

The sun was setting, painting the horizon in shades of orange and red.

It was just after six, but the Palmer Manor was already bustling with activity as guests in luxury cars began to arrive.

For more than a mile leading up to the estate, the road was flanked with romantic and festive decorations. Walls of pink and red roses formed heart shapes, while countless colorful balloons were woven into dazzling archways. A gentle breeze made them sway, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. Elaborate flower baskets and soft, twinkling lights lined the path.

The sound of elegant music drifted through the air, creating an enchanting scene that made the engagement party feel exceptionally grand and stunning.

After parking, many of the young socialites gathered with their friends to take pictures for their Instagram feeds.

“Wow, this is just an engagement party, but it’s so over-the-top!”

“Right? This must be a ten-million-dollar party! Can you imagine how extravagant the actual wedding will be?!”

“If Haskell wasn’t crippled, Honora would have been the one standing here today, wouldn’t she?”

“Such a shame.”

Honora and Finley had just arrived. As she stepped out of the car and heard the chatter, a complicated expression crossed her face. The party was being held at the old Palmer estate, and seeing the meticulously decorated venue filled her with a bitter jealousy.

This magnificent, once-in-a-lifetime celebration should have been hers.

“I don’t know about that,” someone chimed in doubtfully. “Maybe Mr. Palmer is making it so grand because he’s marrying Larissa, the real heiress. It might not have been this lavish for Honora, the adopted daughter.”

“I heard that when Haskell and Honora were engaged, he never made any grand gestures. They didn’t even go on a single date alone.”

“Of course not,” Finley replied. “As your big brother, I’ll always dote on you and spoil you for the rest of my life.”

Honora beamed.

“Alright, let’s go inside.”

“Okay.”

As Finley and Honora walked away, the socialites started whispering again.

“Hey, did you guys notice? Finley’s right leg… he’s limping.”