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💍 CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE — THE SECRET BRIDE The city woke slowly. Morning light spilled across the penthouse, touching the walls in gold and amber. For the first time since Amara had entered Dante Knight’s world, the silence didn’t feel dangerous. It felt peaceful. Amara stood in the kitchen, barefoot, holding a mug of tea she had barely touched. Her thoughts were loud, replaying everything from the night before—his confession, the kiss, the way he had looked at her like she was no longer a weakness but a decision.

We reached my place and he waved goodbye. I still have not seen nor heard from Alfred in the next few days and I was really concerned. A welcome distraction came in the form of the gown which I got from Bree. It was a very nice, pale lavender satin princess gown with off-shoulder lace trimmings. I called up both Lance and Izzie to tell them about my gown. Both were very excited for me. I tried calling up Alfred but the line was busy. I went to bed a bit downhearted.

This is Bridget . ‘Goldsmith,’ Bridget prompted. ‘Right. Bridget Goldsmith, a visitor from America, and my dear friend Clare Markham.’ The four guests nodded and smiled. ‘This is Virginia Ansel,’ he said, indicating a large divaesque woman in a voluminous blue velvet dress. ‘Her friend Anna Holmes.’ He gestured towards a waif-like girl with long but stringy blonde hair who wore a yellow satin and lace creation that did nothing to hide the fact she was painfully thin. ‘And Philip and Celeste Richardson, the Duke and Duchess of Tidmouth.’

I think about it, then I say, “I want us to read a book and watch the adaptation of the book. I was thinking about the Bridgerton books, I want us to read the first book and the watch season one of the series. Is that okay?” He thinks about it first but I already know he will say yes. “What is it about?” he asks me, “It is a regency period piece with drama and romance. There are eight siblings who are named alphabetically, Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth who their mother, Lady Violet who plans to marry off all her children and secure their future,” I tell him.

"Your insult." It was the time he turned his hand into his basecoat and took out some notary papers. I almost snatched it from him. But he didn't let me. "Not that easily," he told me. "He kept the papers in his hands but let me read it. "Twenty five percent of Mrs. Olivia Miller's Fashion house will be in her name as soon Miss. Scarlett Anderson will be announced engaged with Mrs. Eric James Winslet." "Finally," I cheered up. "Now don't make much noises. Everyone is looking at us. " He faked smile towards the guest.

“An empty glass for Piper, and for Veronica…” “Merlot,” Veronica said. “Merlot,” Bridget said. She lowered her hand to her side, which placed the notecard at her hip near Veronica. Veronica’s eyes flitted down to it. Bridget didn’t seem to notice. The servant nodded, and made her exit. “Are you excited for the challenge tomorrow?” I asked Bridget, hoping to fulfill my role in distracting her, so that Veronica could make her move. “I am,” Bridget said. “Confident too. I’m certain I have the best chance of winning the date with Nicholas. Ah, a romantic boat cruise. It will be so romantic. I can’t wait!”

the lady said and I scoffed. "You misunderstood everything ma'am, she's just a friend, there's no love attached" I explained. "Really? Okay then, I am sorry for misunderstanding" she apologized. "Thanks" I said and I sighed. Very funny lady, how could she think I'm in love with Jasmine. I scoffed again. "Impossible" I muttered. The door to the changing room opened and Jasmine came out again. This time dressed in short yellow dress with flower patterns. "How do I look?" She asked and I almost couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

When we reached her house, I got out first and opened the door for her. “Nice meeting you again, Kyran. See you at the wedding,” she said sweetly—and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I blinked. What? “See you at the wedding too…” I muttered, confused. I stood there, watching her disappear into the house. That small kiss on the cheek? It wasn’t romantic. It was calculated. Like she was following some kind of script. This woman… is a puzzle. And I intend to solve her…

D asked the maid who handed her the envelope. “I don’t know, Ma’am. They just told me it was for Mr. Winson Durumio.” Mrs. Durumio quickly opened and read the card. The groom’s name was written, but the bride’s name was covered—only the tattoo of a woman wearing a mask remained visible. “This is strange… Who is Franky Tuarzon? I don’t know anyone by that name. I wonder if Winson knows him,” said the matriarch as she placed the card on the table.