Chapter 50: The Engagement Day–2
In the car, Connor and I sat side by side, our hands tightly sped. His usually
reserved demeanor had melted into rare excitement, his ice–blue <i>eyes </i>warm with
anticipation.
“Livvy, finally, this day hase,” he said, squeezing my hand gently.
A blush crept onto my cheeks as I met his gaze. “I’ve been looking forward to it, too.”
His grip tightened, his thumb tracing the back of my hand in small, soothing circles.
“Honestly, I wish we could skip the engagement and marry you right away. I want you
to be Mrs. Rivers this very instant.”
Iughed shyly, teasing him to hide the flutter in my heart. “I belong to you sooner or
His fingers traced gentle circles on my palm, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I
can’t wait, not even a minute or second longer.”
Connor confessed he had once worried I might find it too rushed, so he’d suggested
my father that an engagement first, then marriageter, would be better.
to
“But <i>now </i>I realize, I dug my own grave,” he said with a rueful smile.
I chuckled, enjoying his rare disy of impatience. “So, now you think your feelings
are deep enough?”
He pinched my cheek affectionately, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s up to you<i>. </i>Mine have long since reached their peak.”
I lowered my eyes yfully, pretending <i>to </i>consider. “Well, then wait a bit longer.”
He yed along indulgently, his voice warm with affection. “Then, Miss Winters, when will <i>you </i>finally agree <i>to </i>be Mrs. Rivers?”
“We’ll see…
depends on my mood!” I teased, sticking out my tongue in a moment of childish yfulness.
Ourughter and gentle banter filled the car, dissolving any lingering shadows in joyous anticipation of what was toe.
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We arrived at the Rivers Family Northern Estate in the northern outskirts of Riverdale.
The sprawling property looked transformed, decoratedvishly for the asion.
Connor gantly opened the car door, extending his hand to help me out. I stepped
down gracefully, my heels sinking into a carpet of thousands of pink rose petals.
The fragrant pathway stretched from the gates all the way <i>to </i>the main hall. The entire estate was festooned with ribbons and fresh flowers, the air alive with soft music and
the hum of well–wishers from both families.
“Do you like it?” Connor asked, his eyes searching mine for approval.
“It’s perfect,” I whispered, genuinely moved by the effort and thought that had gone
into every detail.
We strolled through the sea of petals into the grand, brightly decorated banquet hall. The space overflowed with guests from influential circles, all dressed in their finest
attire.
Together, we greeted the crowd politely, epting congrattions and well–wishes from what seemed like hundreds of people. After the initial round of greetings,
Connor gently guided me backstage to review the ceremony flow with the officiant.
Inside the lounge awaited the full Rivers Family: William Rivers d in deep red traditional attire, warm and spirited despite rarely returning from business travels; the regal Eleanor Rivers in a silk gown shimmering with priceless jewelry; and William’s wife, Katherine Rivers,posed and elegant.
The Winters Family soon joined, and the two families exchanged politeughter as they confirmed every detail to ensure the perfect union of their houses.
(Connor’s POV)
With the engagement about tomence, I felt a surge of anticipation. Finally, after all these years, Olivia would officially be mine.
My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket. I nced at the screen, my smile instantly
fading when I saw the name.
Excusing myself, I answered. “What is it?”
On the other end, Vanessa Reed’s voice came through, choked with sobs. “Con,
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please, don’t get engaged to Olivia.”
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Since her previous deranged confession, she had never called me “Brother” again. Now, her pitiful “Con” grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
Stepping out of the lounge to avoid disturbing the others, my tone turned icy. “Vanessa, stop calling me. I will not cancel the engagement for you.”
I moved to hang up when her desperate voice screamed through the speaker. “If you
won’t cancel, I’ll jump to my death!”
A fierce wind roared through the phone, making my blood run cold. This wasn’t just
another empty threat.
My brows furrowed in irritation–and a creeping dread. “Where are you?”
“I sneaked back to Riverdale,” she replied, her voice eerily calm now. “Right now, I’m standing on the rooftop of that very building where your engagement is held. If you
don’t cancel it, I’ll jump immediately.”
The estate’s main house was ten stories tall. Even for a werewolf, a fall would mean
certain death.
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