After the joyful occasion, Anabel returned to her room, packed her bags, and brought them downstairs. Jethro met her at the door and took the luggage from her hands. “Let me help you with that,” he said and took them from her, then headed toward Desmond’s car parked in the driveway. Desmond was still talking with Anabel's mother. When he was done, he took Anabel's hand and led her out to the front passenger seat. “Your throne awaits,” he said with a playful grin, opening the door for her. Anabel laughed softly and stepped in, settling into the seat with a content sigh. Behind them, Mrs. Elizabeth and Bella climbed into the back seat, chatting quietly, still glowing from the evening’s joy. Desmond closed the door, walked around to the driver’s side, and slid in behind the wheel. As the engine purred to life, Anabel’s family stood at the entrance, waving them off. Sir Orton, Lady Orton, and Jethro smiled and waved until the car disappeared out of their sight. The drive began smoot
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