Chapter 7 - The Wedding Preparations Move Forward with Terrifying Speed
Maeve forced her trembling legs to move forward across the expensive Persian rug until she stood beside his chair.
Elias reached out, his warm fingers wrapping gently around her wrist, his grip surprisingly firm and grounded.
He pulled her slightly closer, his dark eyes scanning the pearls around her neck before rising to meet her gaze.
“My uncle Salvatore tells me that brides who love their grooms don't look like they’re walking to the gallows,” Elias observed dryly.
“I’m just... overwhelmed by everything that happened with your accident, Elias,” Maeve lied, keeping her breathing even.
Elias released her wrist, leaning back in his chair with a faint, cynical smile touching the corner of his lips.
“Accidents have a way of clarifying who is truly loyal and who was only ever here for the title,” Elias remarked quietly.
“The wedding date remains unchanged; we are moving the ceremony up to next month in the estate chapel.”
Maeve’s eyes widened slightly at the speed of the timeline, realizing the danger was escalating faster than she anticipated.
“Next month? Isn't that a bit soon given your... current medical situation?” Maeve asked carefully.
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“Why wait?” Elias asked, his gaze narrowing into slits of pure obsidian.
“A strong man builds his house on a rock, and a smart man tests his foundation before the storm hits.”
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