She did, however, have to put on a show for Oliver.Emily feigned disappointment. She bit her lip, and said, "I thought so. Violet wouldn't agree to come. Sadly, she won't be there, but the idea of her watching the man she loves marry her sister must be unbearable. Given this, I'd rather she didn't

The following morning, Violet stepped out of her flat, luggage in tow.George was waiting for her downstairs. He smiled upon seeing her suitcase, playfully saying, "Ms. Violet, you didn't need to bring so much. We have everything necessary.""I feel more comfortable using my own things," she respond

Violet grumbled internally in frustration. Ugh, does he really expect me to feed him?Though tempted to splash the water in his face, she ultimately restrained herself. She picked up the spoon, scooped up some water, blew it, and brought it to his lips.He obediently opened his mouth.Was he a child

Lucius remained still for a moment before turning to Violet and subtly raising his arm.Catching his cue, Violet hesitated briefly before linking her arm with his. It was only then that he proceeded forward, exuding the regal confidence of a king.For a brief moment, Violet entertained the notion of

"This's my business!" she declared.Her pride and stubbornness prevailed, refusing to undergo another judgment, scorn, or doubt.Lucius's face grew stern as he questioned, "You can refuse, but do you think I can't discover the truth?""Suit yourself!" Violet retorted, her eyes brimming with tears, r