Amethysta broke the hug while wiping her tears. She smiled at Patrick.“Let me fix my makeup. I ruined it by crying...” Amethysta chuckled, trying to lift Patrick’s mood. Patrick nodded subtly. Amethysta rushed in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup.“Can we go, honey?” Patrick asked, extending his hand. She nodded, and Amethysta held her dad’s hand tightly as he led the way to the wedding hall.The hall was beautifully decorated according to her preferences. Those chamomiles, those tiny things she preferred, how perfect they were... If only it were meant for her and the twins.Amethysta took a deep breath, trying to control her storming heart. There would be no “ifs” and no twins anymore in her life. Thinking of that, her heart ached with pain.As they entered the wedding hall, Laurent stood there, waiting for his soon-to-be wife. His eyes were fixed on Amethysta, and he was completely mesmerized by her beauty. He couldn't take his eyes off her; he was simply awestruck. Not o
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