"He won’t hurt me," she muttered. "Did he tell you anything when you met him today?" Elle asked, peeking up at her twin as he stared at her.
"Is he supposed to tell me something?" Aryen arched a brow. "Did he say anything to displease you when he came this evening?"
"No. Why does it seem like you are looking forward to him displeasing me? He didn’t displease me. I was just curious about what you must have talked about."
"Nothing much." Aryen shrugged. "We talked about how I don’t want you getting hurt, and that if he dares hurt you after your marriage, he will answer to me. So don’t act like a mouse and hide things like some women do after marriage. I’ve heard so many stories about divorced women at the brothels. Make sure you let us know if he ever crosses the line, understood?"
He said it seriously, his eyes fixed on hers as he searched her face for any sign that something was wrong, any excuse to discourage her from this wedding. Because by God, he didn’t want his sister to ever be hurt by his friend, who once had been a womanizer.
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Elle slept that night with doubts and fears she never did voice out even in her own mind. She tossed and turned on her bed after her brother left and her mother came in to check on her. By morning, when she finally woke up, guests had already begun arriving, and she felt close to miserable for she had slept poorly. Their moderate house was soon crowded by the people Eryx’s family had sent to bring gifts to the bride, along with the few people they had made acquaintance with in the past years.
Unlike her own family, Eryx’s came from a very wealthy background, almost on the same level as the Dagons, and his family had approved of her the moment they saw her.
Though Elle couldn’t help feeling that it was mostly because they gave their only son whatever he wanted, and because he wanted her, they were forced to accept her.
Even though her family was neither well known nor very wealthy, and especially because she didn’t have a father, many people talked about it in hushed voices, saying that she and Aryen were bastards.
No one wanted to make a so-called bastard their daughter-in-law, but for their son’s sake, they had accepted her all the same.
Eryx, she thought, feeling her palms turn slick with sweat as she swallowed hard remembering his visit yesterday evening. What did he mean by what he told her yesterday? Was he joking, or was he truly serious?
"Elle!" a familiar voice exclaimed, and Elle broke out of her thoughts and swirled around to see Rosey, surprisingly dressed up in a female attire, hurrying to meet her by the railing that overlooked the hall below.
Elle’s brown eyes brightened as she ran forward to hug her friend. "Rosey! Oh, you are finally here," she exclaimed, squealing as her over-energetic friend spun her around in excitement.
"Rosey, don’t hurt the bride. Put her down," Aunt Belle chided lightly as she walked in with Uncle Rohan and Finn, a few of their household helps following behind them, carrying gift boxes and trunks meant for the wedding.
Rosey finally set her down and then hugged her again, laughing. "I can’t believe you’re getting married."
"I can’t believe it either. Lord, everything still feels unreal, Rosey. Good afternoon, Aunt Belle." Elle moved from hugging her friend to hugging her aunt, who wrapped her arms around her tightly, holding her with warmth and affection.
"Afternoon, my lovely girl. You look radiant and glowing," Belle commented as she stepped back to study Elle, who indeed looked too beautiful and doll-like to be real. Her red hair framed her small face, and her cat-like eyes lowered shyly as she said,
"Well, it’s all Mama’s doing. She did a lot of skincare for me," Elle muttered. She then turned to her uncle, who was grinning and already opening his arms to her.
Smiling, she stepped into his embrace. "Uncle Rohan, I’m glad you made it too. I thought you’d be too busy."
"I can’t be too busy for my goddaughter. I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Elle," he said, patting her head tenderly, still unable to comprehend how the children had grown so fast that one of them was already about to get married, and that he would be the one giving her away in place of her father.
"Uncle Rohan!" Aryen came hurrying down the stairs to greet the Dagons, and soon Rohan released Elle to hug her twin. According to their uncle, none of them, male or female, was ever too grown for hugs, and he hugged Aryen just as warmly as he had hugged Elle.
"How was your journey here, sir?" Aryen asked as he pulled away from their uncle’s embrace.
"It was smooth, an advantage of being a demon," Rohan said with a faint smile.
"If you don’t mind, Uncle, could I have a word with you? I have something important to discuss with you," Aryen said, and Rohan, who had also been wanting to speak with the boy, nodded in agreement.
Before they walked away to talk, Aryen turned to Rosey, giving her shoulder a light greeting nudge as he said, "Hello, Rose. Long time no see."

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