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Chapter 28: The Footage

作者: Jasmine Sheng
last update 最終更新日: 2025-12-30 19:07:39

Adrian’s POV

The guests had long gone, leaving behind only the faint echo of laughter and the smell of extinguished candles. The lights in the hall were dim now, their golden glow flickering across half-empty glasses and scattered flower petals.

I sat in the living room, still in my suit, staring at the untouched whiskey on the coffee table.

The house finally felt quiet again, too quiet.

Upstairs, I heard the faint creak of a door closing, followed by footsteps coming down the stairs. Marissa appeared a moment later, the silk of her gown catching the light as she descended gracefully. Her makeup was slightly smudged from the long day, but her expression was still soft and composed.

“She’s asleep,” she said lightly.

I looked up. “Amber?”

She smiled, coming to sit beside me on the couch. “Yes. We talked a bit before she drifted off.” She rested a hand on my arm, her tone turning gentle.

“I told her about us, our engagement and what it meant. She was so happy, Adrian. She said she always
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