For a moment, I was almost moved to tears by my own thoughtfulness.
Suddenly, Gabriel grasped my arm, almost hoisting me into the carriage. "Do you know I'm in charge of the dungeons? If you try to run, you'll wish you hadn't."
His tone was serious, and I felt a chill run down my spine.
I quickly clamped my mouth shut; I was still young, and I certainly didn't want to meet my end just yet.
I was led into the grand Fleming Manor. The whole process was exhausting—by the time I finally collapsed onto the bed, I felt utterly drained.
With the maid sent away, the room fell into a serene silence.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small pouch, the contents lovingly prepared for me by Megan.
Inside, I found a few of my favorite pastries. As I took a bite of the delicate cake, tears welled up in my eyes.
"Mom promised there'd be some tasty treats on my wedding day," I muttered to myself. "Did the Fleming family seriously think they could starve me?"
It felt almost cruel—like a twisted joke.
After finally managing to swallow a few dry pastries that nearly choked me, I got up and made my way to the table.