Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 418

**Chapter 418: Red Just Looks Tacky**

Daphne’s heart raced with excitement as she shared every detail she could muster with Zera, her voice bubbling over with enthusiasm. The intensity of the moment was palpable, and it felt as if the air around them crackled with energy.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Zera responded, her voice ringing with determination through the phone. “Daphne, don’t worry about a thing. I’ll do whatever it takes to be back home before November 8th to see Tyrone.” Her excitement was infectious, and Daphne could almost envision Zera’s smile radiating through the phone.

As soon as the call ended, Daphne sprang into action, her apron and boots flying off as she hurried to grab Julian. “Come on, we need to get home quickly! We have to send Zera money for her plane ticket. Once she’s back, everything will change! No more waking up at dawn to sell seafood every single day!” Her voice was a mix of urgency and exhilaration, each word laced with hope.

Across the street, near the bustling south gate of the seafood market, Aella sat in a car with Kayla, observing the whirlwind of activity as Julian and Daphne rushed out, their energy contagious. Kayla nudged Aella’s shoulder, her eyes wide with realization. “Wow, you were right,” she said, her tone filled with awe.

Aella, however, found herself retreating into her thoughts, rolling up the car window as she pulled her gaze away. She hadn’t anticipated this exact moment, but the memories of the Caldwells’ greed from her previous life loomed large in her mind, a dark cloud overshadowing her excitement.

Time shifted, and suddenly it was the day before Aella’s birthday, a day she had always celebrated with Tyrone. The past echoed in her mind as she remembered the countless friends and family gathered to celebrate. Even after the Reids fell from grace, Brad had continued the tradition of throwing her a lavish birthday party at the Regal Hotel, year after year. This year would be no exception.

In the hotel, Brad was busy orchestrating the festivities, ensuring everything was perfect. He instructed the staff to brighten the lights in the hall when Tyrone entered, pushing the door open with an air of authority. Brad shrugged off his jacket, a confident grin on his face. “Come on, don’t you trust me to handle this?” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Tyrone’s gaze fell upon the extravagant wall of red roses that adorned the venue, and for a fleeting moment, a flicker of discomfort crossed his face. He pointed at the flowers, his voice icy as he commanded the staff, “Get rid of all these red roses.”

Brad blinked, caught off guard. “Really? You didn’t use red roses for your proposal, and now you want to change them? Are you allergic to red roses or something?” His tone was playful, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Tyrone merely shrugged, his expression indifferent as he replied, “Red just looks tacky.” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken memories. In his past life, he had once gifted a bouquet of red roses to Zera, a gesture that had turned sour in his mind, leaving a bitter taste that lingered long after.

Brad scrutinized him for a moment, sensing the weight of Tyrone’s words, before he called for the staff to remove every last red bloom. “Roses symbolize love, man. I’m just trying to help you here,” he insisted, his tone earnest.

Tyrone remained silent, his gaze fixed on the ground, lost in thought.

Brad pressed on, eager to enlighten his friend. “Red signifies burning passion. It’s perfect for confessing your feelings. Then there’s purple—dreamy and sophisticated, like love at first sight. And champagne roses? They embody mystery and romance. White roses, on the other hand, represent purity and sacred love. They’re ideal for fresh starts and weddings, symbolizing forever.”

He paused, then added, “Just pick a color. I’ll switch them out for you.”

“White,” Tyrone said decisively, his voice steady.

Brad wasted no time, directing the team to replace every flower in the room with elegant white roses. Once that was done, he handed Tyrone a detailed list. “Here’s everything for tomorrow night—drinks, fruit, cake, pastries, main dishes. If you want to change anything, let me know now so I can fix it.”

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