Chapter 1179
Chapter 1179:
Alice paused, her expression faltering before she shook her head, a wistful glimmer of resignation in her eyes. “No, Makenna. This isn’t the moment for such things. We can’t afford to lose focus now.”
I gazed at her, a tide of sorrow swelling within me.
Alice, ever selfless, always placed the needs of others above her own joy, often at a steep cost to her heart’s desires.
Gently clasping her hand, I spoke with heartfelt sincerity. “Alice, you and Amon deserve a grand wedding. I can’t bear the thought of your radiant love story tinged with unspoken regrets.”
Alice’s lips curved into a tender smile, her demeanor calm yet resolute. “I cherish your intentions, but our circumstances are far from promising. A wedding would only pull us from the path ahead. Perhaps, once this storm has passed, we can dream of such things again. Alright?”
I met her gaze, a bittersweet blend of reluctance and acceptance settling in my chest, and with a heavy heart, I nodded slowly.
Yet, the thought lingered, unwilling to fade.
That evening, I joined the three princes in the living room, where we began charting our next steps.
After a moment’s hesitation, I broached the subject weighing on my mind. “Amon and Alice are bound as mates. I spoke to Alice about their wedding today, but she dismissed the idea, insisting the timing is wrong and that we mustn’t be swayed by such matters.”
Bryan nodded, a spark of understanding in his eyes. “Amon mentioned the same to me earlier. I had been mulling over the idea of arranging a ceremony for them, but he, too, declined for the same reasons as Alice.”
Dominic’s brow creased, his voice low and measured. “This is their choice, made together. We ought to honor it.”
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A sigh escaped me, my heart heavy with both concern and reluctant acceptance.
“Alice is my dearest friend. She has done so much for me. I can’t stand the thought of her love story concluding with unfulfilled dreams. She deserves a magnificent wedding, one celebrated by all.”
My words hung in the air, and Clayton’s gaze met mine, a flicker of intrigue dancing in his eyes. “Makenna, what are you scheming?”
I paused, a sudden spark of inspiration igniting within me, my face alight with possibility. “I want to orchestrate a surprise.”
“A surprise?” the three princes chorused, their interest thoroughly piqued.
I nodded, a playful gleam in my eyes. “Precisely! We could discreetly prepare a breathtaking wedding venue and whisk them there when they least expect it. The joy of the unexpected will make it utterly unforgettable.”
Bryan rubbed his chin, a contemplative glint in his eyes. “A clever notion. It will spare them any burden while crafting a memory they’ll treasure forever.”
Clayton, however, arched a brow, his voice soft yet searching. “Makenna, why are you so set on orchestrating a wedding for Alice?”
I hesitated, the memory of Alice’s fleeting disappointment flashing vividly in my mind—the moment she had dismissed the idea of a wedding.
Her words had been resolute, yet I had glimpsed the subtle shadow of regret tucked away in her heart.
My face softened, a note of quiet sorrow in my voice. “What woman doesn’t dream of a wedding, radiant and shared with all, beside the one she loves? Alice may claim she is content without it, but deep in her heart, I know a part of her yearns for that moment.”
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