Derrick paused, looked at me for two seconds, and started laughing.He loosened his tie while he spoke. "Are you still hung up on the bouquet? Don't be so petty."There was a coaxing note in his voice, like he was soothing a sulking pup. “Alright, I’ll order you an even bigger bouquet of roses tomorrow, okay? Now go wash up and get some sleep. I’ve got a meeting early in the morning.”With that, he turned around and walked toward the bathroom.“Within a week,” I said softly to his back. “I’m holding my marking ceremony.”His hand stopped right above the bathroom doorknob.A few seconds later, he turned around.The gentleness on his face finally disappeared completely.“Celine, stop this.”He rubbed his temples. “A marking ceremony is a serious matter. It’s not something you decide on a whim just because you’re upset. And besides, we both know mates are decided by the Moon Goddess–”“28th of April,” I added. “The venue is already booked. The dress is chosen.”He suddenly snor
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