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    Ernst genuinely believed Rosie had evolved for the better and was sincerely considering Brenna’s well-being. Turning to Brenna, he said, “Brenna, are you willing to fight for this? If you are, I can apany you to speak with the Mitchells. After all, what transpired at Amy’s birthday party was indeed a mess. An apology is essential for mending your rtionship with Ethan’s parents.”


    Brenna paused, weighing her options before responding, “No need for that now. I think Ethan can handle it on his own.”


    Rosie couldn’t hold back her scorn. “Why do you insist on being so stubborn, Brenna? You made a mistake, so what harm is there in apologizing a few more times? Elsa is your future mother-inw, for goodness’ sake. Shouldn’t you, as the younger one, show some respect to her? Or do you expect her to bow down to you? Ethan backing you doesn’t give you the right to act however you like.”


    Brenna, feeling the weight of frustration, snapped back, “And what does any of this have to do with you? Just because you’ll be one of Prince Maxley’s concubines doesn’t give you the authority to meddle in everyone’s affairs.”


    Rosie raised her voice, indignation bubbling over. “I’m only trying to help you! You should be grateful!”


    Everyone in the Harper family turned their gazes toward Rosie, confusion etched on their faces. They had no idea about her rtionship with Prince Maxley of Plieca.


    Shepard spoke up, his voiceced with sternness. “Rosie, what’s going on? Haven’t you had feelings for Ethan for years? How did you end up involved with the royal family in Plieca?”


    A faint, almost imperceptible smile danced on Brenna’s lips. She had sessfully redirected everyone’s attention to Rosie.


    “That’s right. I’m going to be Prince Maxley’s wife soon. Feel free to congratte me,” Rosie dered.


    She scanned the room, noticing that not a single member of the Harper family looked happy for her. Instead, their expressions were a mix of shock and disapproval. Here she was, marrying into nobility and aligning herself with a man of high status, yet no one seemed pleased.


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    “You’re not happy for me?” Rosie asked, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “I was supposed to marry Ethan, but Brenna took him from me. Now that I’ve found someone even better, shouldn’t it be a cause for celebration?”


    She couldn’t help but voice something she had held back for far too long. “I can still secure a good marriage without any of your help.”


    Shepard fixed her with a prating gaze. “Rosie, do you understand that the royal family in Plieca operates on a system where there is one wife but multiple concubines?”


    A sh of panic flickered across Rosie’s face. “I know. I’ll still be the Prince’s wife. My status is all that matters to me. I don’t care how many concubines Prince Maxley has. With your support, I’ll have an incredible future.”


    Brenna shot her a cool nce, choosing not to expose the truth. Rosie wasn’t the official consort—just a concubine—but if embellishing her position made her feel better, so be it.


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