She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 128

Victoria turned her praise back to Lyra. "You danced beautifully, sweetheart."

"Thank you, Victoria," Lyra said, her eyes briefly drifting toward Caleb and Kayla.

Victoria felt a twinge of displeasure. Lyra was becoming a woman of fewer and fewer words. In the past, she would cling to her arm, chattering away endlessly. But now...

When Victoria's gaze landed on Rowan and Jasmine standing a short distance away, she suddenly understood.

Rowan had brought Jasmine with him.

The guests here were entirely comprised of Fairchild and Harrington relatives. Everyone on both sides knew who Rowan was, and they were all well aware of his messy, unresolved history with Lyra.

For him to so brazenly parade Jasmine around at this event made even Victoria feel embarrassed.

Jasmine was wearing a champagne-gold beaded gown today. The fabric cascaded like liquid light, and her dark hair was swept into an intricate updo. At a glance, she was both elegant and dazzling.

Victoria had to admit her son had good taste.

The Jameson family didn't just want a woman who relied on her looks. They needed a matriarch who could help protect their empire, raise excellent heirs, and stand as a true equal and confidante to their son.

With that thought, Victoria unconsciously let go of Lyra's hand.

She felt that Lyra...

Actually was a great match for Caspian. They were both young, with a touch of childish innocence.

Victoria smiled and suggested, "Lyra, you should go out and spend more time with Cas from now on."

Lyra exchanged a look with Caspian before replying, "I will."

With that, she excused herself.

Lyra's performance had inspired the crowd, and many couples were now spontaneously hitting the dance floor.

An unfamiliar, handsome man approached and asked Lyra for a dance.

She hesitated for a second, but just then, a staff member jogged over to let her know that Caleb needed her for photos. Lyra politely declined, "Thank you, but maybe next time."

As the reception flowed on, Arthur and Delilah, along with the Harrington parents, were busy taking pictures with the bride and groom. David Harrington was also in the mix.

Lyra joined them for the big family portrait.

Eventually, the wedding wound down with the bride and groom's first dance. Neither Caleb nor Kayla were actual dancers. They didn't have any professional choreography; they simply held each other close, swaying gently to the soft, romantic melody.

But even that simple, intimate closeness spoke louder than words.

Tabitha and Grandma Ford were watching the coverage.

Seeing the ultra-luxurious society wedding that half of Seaborne City's elite had attended, Grandma Ford couldn't help but sigh.

"If only your cousin had been interested in Caleb... this wedding would have been hers. Jasmine told me that Caleb had a crush on her. Whenever she went to the Fairchild house to see Lyra, he would always quietly find a reason to be near her. If she had wanted him, he would have been wrapped around her little finger."

Elara scoffed dismissively. "This wedding is nothing. Rowan is going to give her something ten times grander..."

Grandma Ford chuckled. "Let's hope so."

Tabitha turned off the TV, deciding she'd seen enough.

"With Caleb setting the standard, I'm sure the Jamesons will be formally proposing soon," Grandma Ford said, full of anticipation.

Elara was just as excited for Rowan to pop the question. "The day Rowan proposes, I'm skipping classes. I have to be there to see it. It's going to be so romantic."

"I need to start having a few custom dresses made so I have something appropriate to wear for my eldest granddaughter's big day."

Bespoke tailoring with high-end fabrics took time; sometimes, it could take up to six months.

Hearing this, Tabitha immediately agreed. "I should probably have a few custom outfits made, too."