"To be exact, it is a ssage from the king sent through the formal palace channel. He has kindly requested to preside over the wedding," Leona explained before pressing her lips hard together.
"What does that an exactly?" Diana asked quite loudly.
"Please show the letter that you received from the palace," I requested as I held my hand out.
My mind was busy figuring out what Desmond had in mind when I took the envelop away from Leona. Sothing extrely fishy was going on, and I wondered if Bradon already knew about this. Leona handed the letter so slowly that I wanted to scream at her. It took all the effort inside of not to snatch the envelope away from her.
"Let read it too," Diana said as she brought her face next to mine so that we could both read at the sa ti.
When I read the letter, it was undoubtedly from Desmond. The undertone of getting whatever he wanted when he wanted it was quite evident and clear. He ntioned congratulating Bradon and I officially for our upcoming wedding. Since we used to be engaged, he only thought that it was right that he send away in the place of my father and the he preside like the overall royal host of the entire ceremony.
"What on earth is he thinking?" I said, without hiding my astonishnt.
"Well, maybe he realized that since you’re on very bad terms with dad, there is no one to walk you down the aisle. He’s offering to do that for you," Diana said.
I squinted my eyes at her so she ended up shrugging her shoulders innocently at . Diana was trying her best to make feel better, after all, what excuse did I really have to turn down this generous and prestigious offer from the palace. Although I wanted to crumble the envelope in my hand along with the letter itself, I couldn’t display such behavior in front of Leona.
"Can we get so ti to discuss this in private?" Diana suggested to Leona.
"Oh, right. Of course," she quickly replied.
She quickly stood up as if very relieved to finally lift the mountain out of her chest. I could tell that she couldn’t wait to leave the room after dropping the bomb on us.
"Diana, why don’t you stay here with Leona to discuss all the last minute details in my place? I’ll talk to Bradon or sothing about this," I suggested as I held up the envelope.
"Right. Let’s make sure to get our job done here," Diana said as she regained her composure.
I was the one who quickly got out of the room after excusing myself and apologizing briefly to Leona. It seed like once again, Desmond had so trick up his sleeve. However, he was the king now and going against a royal decree wasn’t exactly a good idea. Although the letter was frad as a generous offer from the king, I knew very well that it was ant to be an order that wasn’t supposed to be challenged.
"What the hell is he thinking?" I muttered to myself before letting out a exasperated sigh.
...
"Do you know anything about this? I an, did you also get a letter like this from the palace? It was sent to Leona’s company, you know, the company organizing our wedding?" I asked, talking faster than I would have liked.
It felt as if I could not control the words pouring out of my mouth in succession, and that was a sure sign that I was on edge and about to have a panic attack of so kind. Bradon shook his head slightly at before gently taking the envelope and letter from my hand. Apparently, he didn’t seem to know anything about it either. I fidgeting slightly as I waited for Bradon to read the short letter.
"Well?" I asked for his response.
"This is the first ti that I’m seeing this. I don’t know anything about it, but I don’t mind it at all," Bradon replied quite passively.
"What do you an? What do you an you don’t mind?" I asked blankly.
"He can do whatever he wants. I don’t see it as being harmful. He can walk you down the aisle as if he’s your dad or even give a speech at our wedding. Just let him do whatever he wants to do. As long as we can get married, what’s the big deal?" Bradon replied as if it was truly nothing.
"Well, it’s not that I mind. It’s just that I find it weird," I voiced my concern.
"Don’t frown like that. Nothing bad will happen, I’ll make sure of it. Nothing is ever going to interfere with our wedding. We’ll get married, no matter what happens," Bradon said as he pulled into his embrace.
I looked up into his face and our eyes t briefly before he placed a tender yet firm kiss on my forehead. The gentle way that he was treating made feel safe, and I started to believe that everything would be find just as he had just promised. However, I had to say that I didn’t like walking into unknown with countless uncertainties.
"It’s just. It’s our wedding, you know, our real wedding and I want to make sure that nothing goes wrong. I want to make sure that no one interferes. I honestly don’t think that I can take it," I confessed as I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes.
"I’m sorry. I know that I’ve been busy lately, and I’ve left all the wedding preparings to you even though I was the one who picked the date and rushed you along with ," Bradon suddenly apologized to .
"It’s fine. I’ve got my dear sister and the talented organizers to help figure out everything. I dare say that they’ve probably done a better job than I ever could," I said before smiling at him.
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