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“Sister, you look so pretty today,” she breathed, her voice filled with awe.
I smiled gently and pinched her cheek. “Thank you, little one.”
Unexpectedly, Grace’s bright eyes clouded with worry. Her lower lip jutted out in a pout that I’d come to recognize as the prelude to serious questions.
“Sister, after you get married, will you still come home often?” she asked, her voice small and uncertain.
The innocent question caught me off guard. A bittersweet pang shot through my heart as I realized how much this child had come to care for me, despite our complicated family history.
I smiled softly, my voice tinged with tenderness. “Of course, the Rivers territory is so close, I can come back every day.”
But Grace was sharp for her age. She frowned, seeing through my gentle lie immediately.
“Hmph, you’re lying. You don’t even come home every day now. After marrying
Connor, you definitely won’t.” Her lower lip trembled slightly, threatening tears.
Suppressing a laugh at her perceptiveness, I patiently coaxed my half-sister. “Sister has work at the law center, so I can’t come back daily now.”
Grace remained unconvinced. She stubbornly stretched out her pinky finger, her expression deadly serious.
“Pinky promise, you must come home every day to see me.”
My smile deepened with helpless affection. How could I resist this pure-hearted child who wanted nothing more than my presence?
I extended my pinky, offering a compromise. “I can’t promise every day, but whenever
I’m free, I’ll come visit you, often.”
Grace’s little face brightened instantly, sunshine breaking through storm clouds.
“Okay!”
As our pinkies hooked together in solemn promise, a sweet smile blossomed on my face. In that moment, all my anxieties about the impending ceremony melted away.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the Winters Family Estate, my father Richard Winters and his wife Natalie had dressed meticulously for the occasion. They waited in the living room, my father’s face bearing a rare broad smile.
Through the open door, I could hear him welcoming Connor, who had arrived early to personally escort me.
“Connor, wait a moment, Olivia will be down soon,” my father said, his voice warmer than I’d heard in years.
Natalie stood beside him, also radiant with genuine happiness. Though not my biological mother, I sensed her silent prayers to my mother Sarah in heaven: Sarah, our Olivia is all grown up now and about to get engaged. You would be so proud and relieved. Connor is a good man and truly loves her. She will be happy, so don’t worry.
The stylists gave me one final inspection before declaring me ready. Taking a deep breath, I picked up my bouquet of fresh flowers and stepped toward the door.
Grace raced ahead of me, her voice ringing through the house. “Sister is coming down!”
I descended the stairs gracefully, feeling all eyes turn toward me. Connor stood at the bottom, looking breathtakingly handsome in his tailored suit.
The moment our eyes met, time seemed to slow. His ice-blue gaze widened, drinking in every detail of my appearance-my elegant gown outlining my slender waist, the pearl pins catching the light, my amber eyes meeting his.
An amazed smile broke across Connor’s face as he stepped forward, unable to hide his adoration. He took my hand in his, his touch warm and secure.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.
In the car, Connor and I sat side by side, our hands tightly clasped. His usually reserved demeanor had melted into rare excitement, his ice-blue eyes warm with anticipation.
“Livvy, finally, this day has come,” he said, squeezing my hand gently.
A blush crept onto my cheeks as I met his gaze. “I’ve been looking forward to it, too.”
His grip tightened, his thumb tracing the back of my hand in small, soothing circles.
“Honestly, I wish we could skip the engagement and marry you right away. I want you to become Mrs. Rivers this very instant.”
I laughed shyly, teasing him to hide the flutter in my heart. “I belong to you sooner or later, why so impatient?”
His fingers traced gentle circles on my palm, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I can’t wait, not even a minute or second longer.”
Connor confessed he had once worried I might find it too rushed, so he’d suggested my father that an engagement first, then marriage later, would be better. to
“But now I realize, I dug my own grave,” he said with a rueful smile.
I chuckled, enjoying his rare display of impatience. “So, now you think your feelings are deep enough?”
He pinched my cheek affectionately, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s up to you. Mine have long since reached their peak.”
I lowered my eyes playfully, pretending to consider. “Well, then wait a bit longer.”
He played along indulgently, his voice warm with affection. “Then, Miss Winters, when will you finally agree to be Mrs. Rivers?”
“We’ll see… depends on my mood!” I teased, sticking out my tongue in a moment of childish playfulness.
Our laughter and gentle banter filled the car, dissolving any lingering shadows in joyous anticipation of what was to come.
We arrived at the Rivers Family Northern Estate in the northern outskirts of Riverdale.
The sprawling property looked transformed, decorated lavishly for the occasion.
Connor gallantly opened the car door, extending his hand to help me out. I stepped down gracefully, my heels sinking into a carpet of thousands of pink rose petals.
The fragrant pathway stretched from the gates all the way to the main hall. The entire estate was festooned with ribbons and fresh flowers, the air alive with soft music and the hum of well-wishers from both families.
“Do you like it?” Connor asked, his eyes searching mine for approval.
“It’s perfect,” I whispered, genuinely moved by the effort and thought that had gone into every detail.
We strolled through the sea of petals into the grand, brightly decorated banquet hall. The space overflowed with guests from influential circles, all dressed in their finest attire.
Together, we greeted the crowd politely, accepting congratulations and well-wishes from what seemed like hundreds of people. After the initial round of greetings,
Connor gently guided me backstage to review the ceremony flow with the officiant.
Inside the lounge awaited the full Rivers Family: William Rivers clad in deep red traditional attire, warm and spirited despite rarely returning from business travels; the regal Eleanor Rivers in a silk gown shimmering with priceless jewelry; and William’s wife, Katherine Rivers, composed and elegant.
The Winters Family soon joined, and the two families exchanged polite laughter as they confirmed every detail to ensure the perfect union of their houses.
(Connor’s POV)
With the engagement about to commence, I felt a surge of anticipation. Finally, after all these years, Olivia would officially be mine.
My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket. I glanced at the screen, my smile instantly fading when I saw the name.
Excusing myself, I answered. “What is it?”
On the other end, Vanessa Reed’s voice came through, choked with sobs. “Con, please, don’t get engaged to Olivia.”
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