one hundred and seventy six

Jenny’s POV

I sat in my room, surrounded by an air of anticipation and readiness for the upcoming ceremony. Miranda, my trusted maid, had taken charge of all the preparations, her capable hands ensuring that everything was in place. Elijah's decision to entrust her with the task, excluding the other maids, spoke volumes about his level of caution and concern for our safety.

The presence of numerous guards stationed outside our room, a formidable shield against any potential threats, underscored the gravity of the situation. Elijah's unwavering determination to fortify our defenses, to leave no room for chance or vulnerability, filled me with a sense of gratitude and reassurance.

As I observed the vigilant guards standing watch, their steadfast resolve mirroring Elijah's unwavering commitment to our protection, a wave of gratitude washed over me. The lengths to which he was willing to go, the precautions he was willing to take, all in the name of safeguarding me and our unborn child, s