"Stella, don't be stubborn. The wedding is tomorrow. Shelagh has agreed to let you keep living in the cottage afterward. You'll stay out of each other's way. Alright?"
Before leaving, he added one last instruction: "The Princess may come to observe the ceremony tomorrow. Stay in the cottage and don't cause trouble."
Shortly after he left, my father's secret agents found me.
I looked in the direction he had gone, then at this little cottage that had never truly been mine, and a quiet smile crossed my lips.
I hope tomorrow, you won't regret this.
On the day of the wedding, the Delgado residence was draped in red silk, every corner bursting with celebration. Chester stood in his crimson wedding robes, Shelagh at his side.
They were about to begin the ceremonial bows when a voice rang out from beyond the gates: "Her Royal Highness, the Princess, has arrived!"
The red silk in Shelagh's hands trembled. A smile curled at the corner of her mouth. She hadn't expected the Princess to actually come.
