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Chapter 50: The Engagement Day
(Olivia’s POV)
Days passed amid the endless autumn rain before the sky finally cleared on the day of my engagement. The morning sun cast a golden glow through the windows of the
Winters Family Estate, bringing with it a sense of promise and new beginnings.
“Today is Olivia’s big day, and everyone in the Winters Family woke up early,” I heard
Agatha Turner, our loyal housekeeper, announce cheerfully as she bustled through the hallways.
Even little Grace, my half–sister who usually loved to sleep in, had risen with the sun.
She raced through the corridors in a festive red dress, her childish excitement
echoing off the walls.
“Sister’s getting engaged today! Sister’s getting engaged today!” Grace chanted,
spinning in circles until she nearly toppled over.
Inside my bedroom at the estate, a team of professional stylists busied themselves
around me. Mirrors reflected my transformation as they worked their magic, turning
me from Olivia Winters, independentwyer, into a bride–to–be.
I wore a soft pink gown with delicate embroidery that caught the light with every
movement. My honey–brown hair had been elegantly coiled into a bun, adorned with
pearl pins thatplemented my amber eyes.
“Just a touch more blush,” the makeup artist murmured, adding the finishing touches
to enhance my porcinplexion.
Grace slipped into the room, resting her little face on the vanity. Her eyes widened with wonder as she gazed at me admiringly.
“Sister, you look <i>so </i>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’de to recognize as the prelude to serious questions.
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“Sister, after you get married, will you stille 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 hade <i>to </i>care for me, despite ourplicated family history.
I smiled softly, my voice tinged with tenderness. “Of course, the Rivers territory is so close, I cane 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 evene home every day now. After marrying
Connor, you definitely won’t.” Her lower lip trembled slightly, threatening tears.
Suppressing augh at her perceptiveness, I patiently coaxed my half–sister. “Sister
has work at thew center, so I can’te back daily now.”
Grace remained unconvinced. She stubbornly stretched out her pinky finger, her
expression deadly serious.
“Pinky promise, you muste 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 apromise. “I can’t promise every day, but whenever
I’m free, I’lle 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 asion. They waited in the living
room, my father’s face bearing a rare broad smile.
Through the open door, I could hear him weing Connor, who had arrived early to
personally escort me.
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“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 <i>so </i>proud and relieved. Connor is a good man and truly loves her. She will be happy, <i>so </i>don’t worry.
The stylists gave me one final inspection before dering me ready. Taking a deep breath, I picked up my bouquet of fresh flowers and stepped toward the <i>door</i>.
Grace raced ahead of me, her voice ringing through the house. “Sister ising
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.
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