Saturday evening.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sun was setting, painting the horizon in shades of orange and red.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was just after six, but the Palmer Manor was already bustling with luxury cars began to arrive.\u00a0<\/p>\n
y as guests in\u00a0<\/p>\n
For more than a mile leading up to the estate, the road was flanked with romantic and festive decorations. Walls of pink and red roses formed heart shapes, while countless colorful balloons were woven into dazzling archways. A gentle breeze made them sway, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. Elaborate flower baskets and soft, twinkling lights lined the path.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sound of elegant music drifted through the air, creating an enchanting scene that made the engagement party feel exceptionally grand and stunning.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After parking, many of the young socialites gathered with their friends to take pictures for their Instagram feeds.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWow, this is just an engagement party, but it\u2019s so over\u2013the\u2013top!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRight? This must be a ten\u2013million\u2013dollar party! Can you imagine how extravagant the actual wedding will be?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Haskell wasn\u2019t crippled, Honora would have been the one standing here today, wouldn\u2019t she?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSuch a shame.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Honora and Finley had just arrived. As she stepped out of the car and heard the chatter, a complicated expression crossed her face. The party was being held at the old Palmer estate, and seeing the meticulously decorated venue filled her with a bitter jealousy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This magnificent, once\u2013in\u2013a\u2013lifetime celebration should have been hers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know about that,\u201d someone chimed in doubtfully. \u201cMaybe Mr. Palmer is making it so grand because he\u2019s marrying Larissa, the real heiress. It might not have been this lavish for Honora, the adopted daughter.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard that when Haskell and Honora were engaged, he never made any grand gestures. They didn\u2019t even go on a single date alone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that true?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s probably not just a rumor. But ever since it\u2019s been Larissa, Mr. Palmer has been very involved. I heard he and the Palmer patriarch planned this whole thing together, personally overseeing every detail.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, that\u2019s some serious dedication.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
09:05\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 245\u00a0<\/p>\n
Being compared to Larissa and coming up short made Honora\u2019s face turn ugly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finley, limping slightly, came up beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. \u201cDon\u2019t listen to them. It was Haskell\u2019s loss for not appreciating you. After his legs were crippled, he\u2019s not so great anymore anyway. You deserve better.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Honora forced a cheerful smile. \u201cHonestly, I\u2019d rather stay at hor marry into one of these top families.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
. Mom and Dad than\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finley smiled, pleased. \u201cIt\u2019s sweet of you to say that. But you\u2019re an amazing woman, and you deserve a strong, exceptional man to cherish you. Even as our adopted daughter, you\u2019re more than qualified to marry someone from a family of equal standing.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you saying you won\u2019t dote on me and protect me after I get married?\u201d Honora teased playfully.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course not,\u201d Finley replied. \u201cAs your big brother, I\u2019ll always dote on you and spoil you for the rest of my life.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Honora beamed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, let\u2019s go inside.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As Finley and Honora walked away, the socialites started whispering again. \u201cHey, did you guys notice? Finley\u2019s right leg\u2026 he\u2019s limping.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
09:05\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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