Dorian stood beside a woman whose simple yet elegant attire suggested she knew her way around formal events. She was carrying a makeup case and respectfully said, "You're the maid of honor, right? It seems like there's plenty of time, but it's almost ten. We should get the bride out here for makeup."
"It'll take nearly two hours just for makeup, then there's the dress, the hair, the walk down to the banquet, and the toasts. We're a bit pressed for time."
Hearing this, Dorian frowned, pulled out his phone, and tried calling Elysia again. As before, her phone was off.
Frustrated, he lowered his phone and muttered, "What is she doing, not picking up?"
He turned to Amara and asked, "Did she text you this morning?"
"Yeah, around six. Maybe she went back to sleep after," Amara replied.
Dorian's expression soured. He strode toward the suite door, intending to go inside.
Amara quickly moved to block him, saying, "Mr. Hawke, Ely doesn’t want to be disturbed."
Dorian halted, glaring at Amara. "Step aside."
Amara clenched her fists.
In the past, she would've been terrified of people like him. But Elysia had always shielded her, protecting her from many harms. Now was her time to stand up for Elysia.
Knowing Elysia didn’t want to see Dorian, Amara said firmly, "No. She specifically said she didn’t want anyone bothering her."
"I’m not just anyone," Dorian replied with a sharp smile. "I’m her husband!"
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