Nikki only wanted to protect it. Forever.
"As long as Master Hewitt is willing, I want to marry him. And I will never let him down."
After leaving the Hewitt estate, she had yet to receive a response from David himself.
But for the first time in years, Nikki felt at ease.
Perhaps some things were never meant to be held onto.
The identity of the Bray family’s daughter wasn’t hers to claim.
And neither were the Hewitt brothers she had grown up with.
When her phone rang, her heart trembled.
She hesitated, fearing it was David calling to question or reject her.
For a moment, she was too afraid to answer.
"Miss Bray," the voice on the other end said, "the wedding dress you designed is ready. It has been airlifted to your home."
Nikki froze.
The wedding dress—she had designed it herself a year ago, commissioning a top designer to craft it. Now, at last, it is finished.
Back then, she had dreamed of marrying one of the Hewitt brothers, sketching each detail with love and anticipation.
Now, that dream felt like a distant illusion.
With mixed emotions, Nikki hurried home.
The moment she stepped inside, she was met with a dazzling sight.