บท 427: Comfort

In the depths of her heart, Rosalind had spent countless moments envisioning the wedding of her dreams. After enduring trials and tribulations, this second chance at life was a cherished gift, and she refused to squander it on impressing people she held no affection for. Determined to create a day that symbolized their unique bond, Rosalind longed for a wedding that echoed their shared simplicity.

And yet, as she stood in awe before the resplendent Throne room, adorned with delicate floral arrangements, Rosalind found it hard to believe that her vision had materialized. Lucas, her now husband, had assured her that it would be a modest affair, a mere formality to legitimize her position as the official duchess.

He had promised another celebration would take place in due time. However the opulence of the room and the exquisite white dress made by Madam Monoroe specifically for her felt far from simple.