The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1311

Since it was a joyous occasion, Edison's household spent the day butchering livestock to prepare for the massive feast.

The local kids ran around collecting the scattered feathers to make rustic crafts.

Shirley and Dexter even tried their hand at helping with the preparations; all in all, the festive holiday atmosphere in the countryside was delightfully chaotic.

Even though they ended up covered in dirt and smelling awful, neither of them cared in the slightest.

Even Mary found this kind of traditional celebration fascinating and deeply nostalgic.

It had been years since she last experienced such a lively, bustling gathering.

Pandora, of course, was perfectly used to it all.

But seeing her guests having such a wonderful time brought a satisfied smile to her face.

The wedding was set for the third day of the holidays, and the entire James Village was buzzing with frantic activity.

Edison, the groom-to-be, was so busy he barely had a moment to catch his breath.

The most relaxed person in the village was undoubtedly Jenny, the bride.

After all, she wasn't just a bride; she was also pregnant.

No one would dare let her lift a single finger.

Pandora treated her future granddaughter-in-law like an absolute treasure!

Claire ended up helping out for the entire day.

Even though she didn't do any heavy lifting, there was an endless stream of minor errands to run.

Occasionally, she even had to drive into town to pick up last-minute supplies.

Claire was so exhausted that she crashed the moment her head hit the pillow that night, but Shirley was buzzing with nervous energy.

"I can't believe the wedding is actually tomorrow! This is my first time attending something like this."

Shirley had even been asked to be a bridesmaid.

The role was originally meant for Claire, but she had grown a bit taller over the last six months, and the bespoke bridesmaid dress no longer fit her properly.

Instead, it fit Shirley like an absolute glove.

Shirley eagerly snatched up the opportunity without a second thought.

Even if it meant waking up at the crack of dawn, she was more than willing.

Jenny was currently staying at The James Estate.

She would be walking down the aisle right from this very property.

"Claire, you know acupuncture, right? Can you just knock me out with a needle?"

"I think I have insomnia. Just poke me a few times so I can pass out," Shirley pleaded, desperate for any solution after tossing and turning for hours.

Claire blinked in sheer disbelief.

If it weren't for the fact that they had grown up together, she would have happily stabbed her with a needle hours ago.

They had been in bed since ten-thirty, and it was past midnight now—all entirely thanks to Shirley's endless fidgeting!

But when Claire actually flicked on the lamp and pulled out a sterile silver needle, Shirley instantly chickened out.

"Is that going to hurt?" She suddenly felt like Claire was about to murder her.

Claire scoffed.

"Oh, it hurts. It's going to hurt worse than a medieval torture rack!" she deadpanned.

Right as Shirley opened her mouth to back out, Claire expertly tapped the needle into her skin.

It wasn't actually painful—just a bizarre, heavy ache that felt mildly uncomfortable, but nothing she couldn't handle.

True to Claire's word, Shirley was out like a light within minutes.

Only when the room finally fell silent was Claire able to get some sleep.