My life with Kaelen was as sweet as honeyed wine. Soon, it was time for the traditional bridal return visit. Eager to make a good
impression on his new in–laws, Kaelen had prepared an abundance of lavish gifts.
When our carriage stopped at the Duke’s estate, my parents were already waiting at the gate. As chest after chest was carried
inside, my mother’s eyes filled with pride and relief. Lady Sylvia stood to one side, her envy so palpable she nearly twisted her han-
dkerchief into a knot.
Kaelen and I stepped forward to greet my parents.
My father quickly made a gesture of welcome. “My dear son–in–law, no need for such ceremony. The meal is ready. You must join me for a few cups today.”
“Rest assured, Father–in–law, I will drink to your heart’s content.”
“Hahaha, good!”
As we were about to enter, Lady Sylvia grew anxious and called out. “My lord, my lady, Isabelle and her husband should be arriving shortly. Could we not wait for them?”
“Lady Sylvia, you overstep yourself more and more. The two of them are not worthy of my waiting.”
With those words, my father flicked his sleeves and walked away. Lady Sylvia’s eyes instantly reddened, but she bit her lip hard, refusing to let a sob escape.
