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At that moment, he was on his way to the airport to pick someone up. A few days ago, he had sent Calum on a mission to invite world-famous wedding dress designer, Spencer Gibson, to Drunham City. The day had come to pick Spencer Gibson up from the airport. The wedding mattered so much to Liam that he himself had come to pick up Spencer from the airport. Indeed, Spencer was one of the most renowned names in the designer world at the moment. The most expensive dress that had been on display in the Blissful Bride Boutique was the work of the legendary Harper Lene, who had trained under Spencer for years!

- Unfortunately James remained too alive in her life, traumatizing her in every possible way. "Relax, rest assured that in here and while you are under my wing no one will touch you. I'll be right here, wanting to see all the looks." Louise tried them all on, they were all perfect and even though it seemed like a miracle I got all the numbers right. After trying them all on, she chose a long dress that had a detail from the waist down to the heel, a whole sexy opening. "Are your eyes amethyst?" - I had never noticed that, because she never looked up.

Spencer and Adrian left the castle galloping. Lydia walked outside the castle with a basket of laundry and started wringing out the water in the clothes. She placed them on the sticks and arranged them to get sunlight. Her eyes caught Louis by the stable door wearing his gloves and pulling out a horse in preparation for Princess Isabelle. He really looked like Leopold. She was staring so hard that she didn't notice that she had been caught. Louis stood and stared back at her until her cheeks grew red. She turned around abruptly and tripped on the basket. He burst out laughing and she ran away in embarrassment. Louis looked at himself in the mirror that stood by the stable door. Why was he th

she offers excitedly. “Of course!” Luce bounds down the hall and out the French doors to Benny. “Here’s the wine, Mum” I give her the six-pack of wine. She laughs, “Well, I think we have plenty now. Anyone for a glass?” We all say yes in unison. I walk further into the dining room and take Lilly’s vacated seat. “Hi Everyone! What are we playing?” It looks like it can be anything, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s poker; the dead giveaway could be the matches lying all over the table.

The little girl seems to choose a dress different from the one chosen by her mum ensuring an argument. Alexandra watches both parties with a smile, she could never remember any day she and her mum went out together, even while growing up she had various nannies which she never got along with. She made sure they got sacked one by one till her mum got tired of employing maids. "Gosh, try this on," Trisha says to Kenzy automatically getting Alexandra attention. "But it's all short" Kenzy complains while checking out the pink gown. "Mother Theresa, " Trisha teases.

Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.

After all, what we don't know, can't hurt us. Now more about me, I am a Witch through my bloodline. I am a descendant of Elizabeth Howe, who was hanged as a Witch on the 19th of July 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children.

I must have spent a while in the bathroom. I got dressed and made sure I looked my best. The lacey beige gown looked exquisite, and I did not look too thin in it. It hugged my body perfectly well, and I liked it. When I arrived in the north, Lucian called me an ugly bitch, and it stayed with me even though he said he didn't mean it. It had given me a complex, but I did not care. I was determined to look nice. I exited the room and looked for staff to show me the dining room.

For Elizabeth, that night was a game-changer. The corridors were empty as Elizabeth strolled around with Anaj tailing her from behind. The garden was blooming with fine emerald leaves, and white roses. Her mother, the Queen, has always been fond of white roses. Behind the bushes, across the corridor, was Penelophe plucking a few weeds off the ornaments. "Penelophe..." Elizabeth called on her. "Elizabeth, my dear princess. What brought you to the garden?" Penelophe asked, her eyes observing the cleavage that popped out of Elizabeth's tight, pastel-blue gown.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.