Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 142

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Seizing the chance to change the subject, Isla said, “The matter at hand today is selecting a wedding date. Why dwell on old history?”

Elowen readily agreed, “Just now, Lady Daphne chose the twenty-second of October, right? That’s only a few days away. Feels way too rushed.”

Isla thought it over. “It is a bit hurried.”

Elowen glanced at Daphne. “Lady Daphne, your marriage to the Crown Prince is a certainty. No need for such haste. Unless you think something’s going to go wrong midway?”

A flicker of unease stirred within Daphne.

Had anyone else said this, she might have shrugged it off. But it was Elowen.

What if Elowen suddenly regretted her choice and turned back to Alaric?

What if she used her father and brother’s military merit to pressure the King into allowing her to remarry-yeah, that wasn’t impossible.

“The third of March seems favorable,” Elowen suggested. “Though it’s next year, it allows ample time for preparation.”

Isla nodded slightly, about to agree.

Suddenly, Daphne blurted out, “No!”

Isla frowned, turning to her.

Daphne insisted firmly, “It must be the twenty-second of October!”

Seeing her take the bait, Elowen remained composed, picking up her cup again. She didn’t drink, merely swirling the liquid inside gently.

Suppressing impatience, Isla asked, “Why?”

“Because… because…”

Daphne forced out a reason. “Because the third of March… I once had a seer read my fate. That date is bad luck for me. I’m worried… the bad omen will rub off on His Highness.”

The excuse was weak. Isla wasn’t fully convinced

Daphne softened her voice, pleading, “Your Majesty, please trust me. With the palace and my

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family preparing together, everything will be ready swiftly. It won’t feel rushed…”

She entreated Isla for a long while. Elowen listened until Isla finally relented, agreeing to set the wedding for the twenty-second of October.

Elowen’s hand, swirling the cup, paused briefly. A slight smile touched her eyes.

The Garrett estate was even farther from the palace than Hale Manor.

In her past life, Elowen’s wedding had been soaked by a torrential downpour-the bridal procession already a mess. On the twenty-second, with wind, rain, and thunder… that would. be total chaos.

Especially for Alaric, who so despised rainy days

Perhaps a significant portion of his hatred for her in that life had stemmed from that wretched, muddy wedding day.

“Your Majesty, Your Grace,” a maid entered to announce. “The Crown Prince is here.”

Alaric had arrived in a confused rush, braving the rain.

Only as he stood outside Harvesttide Hall did he realize his impulsiveness.

He looked down at his dampened robes and shoes, frowning.

But the servants had already seen him and announced his arrival. It was too late for second thoughts. He had to enter.

“Greetings, Mother.” He paused, then added, “Greetings, Aunt.”

Seated above, Elowen looked surprised.

Did the sun rise in the west? Alaric greeted me voluntarily!

No. It’s raining today. There is no sun.

Isla smiled, “What brings you at this hour? Did you hear Daphne was here and come to see her?”

Hearing this, Daphne immediately lowered her head in shy delight.

Just as I predicted. The moment His Highness learned I was here, he came…

Alaric hesitated briefly, then offered a slight smile, not denying it.

Elowen observed thoughtfully.

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