Maria.
After the incident with the quadruplets, the days that followed slipped by almost too quickly, blending into one another until I could barely tell them apart.
And strangely enough, the quadruplets had been unusually quiet throughout all of it.
No argunts, no sudden appearances, no irritating interruptions.
Nothing.
At first, I kept waiting for it to be temporary, for them to show up again and cause so form of trouble like they always did.
But it never happened.
Maybe...they had finally co to their senses.
Maybe, for once, they had realized that it was ti to accept reality instead of fighting against it.
I wasn’t sure.
And honestly, I didn’t want to think too deeply about it.
Because tomorrow...
Tomorrow was my wedding.
Just the thought alone made my heart feel both heavy and light at the sa ti— excitent, nervousness and uncertainty—Everything was tangled together inside .
Noah, on the other hand, had been completely focused on the preparations.
He handled everything personally—every arrangent, every detail and every instruction.
He kept saying he didn’t want even the smallest mistake.
Everything had to be perfect.
The guests had to be properly received.
Everything had to go exactly as planned.
I stared absentmindedly out of the window for a long mont, my thoughts drifting far away.
My lips parted slightly as I whispered under my breath,
"Mom... it’s happening tomorrow." My voice ca out very soft, almost fragile, like I was afraid the words themselves might fall apart the mont they left my lips.
For a mont, I just stood there after saying it, staring blankly ahead as if waiting for the weight of it to settle properly inside .
Almost like I wasn’t fully ready to accept it myself.
A tear slowly slid down my cheek before I even realized it was there.
I blinked quickly, startled, and reached up to wipe it away, but it was already too late, as another followed, then another.
And before I could properly gather myself, my vision blurred as the tears continued to fall quietly and uncontrollably.
Not loud sobs, but sothing softer...more broken in a way that still made my chest ache.
Just enough to feel it.
Just enough to let it out.
"But don’t worry," I said quickly after a shaky inhale, trying to steady my voice even though it trembled anyway. I forced a small laugh, but it wavered halfway through, sounding wrong even to my own ears. "He is nothing like Dad... Noah will make a very good son-in-law."
The words ca out, but they didn’t feel as firm as I wanted them to.
And the mont I finished speaking, I suddenly let out a broken laugh again.
This ti it wasn’t even close to amusent. It was emotional and unstable. Almost like my body didn’t know whether to cry harder or pretend to be fine.
I froze for a brief second after that, caught off guard by my own reaction.
The sound lingered in the air, unfamiliar and raw.
I quickly lowered my gaze, trying to regain control of myself before the emotions completely overwheld again.
And just then—
"Lady Moon, it’s ti to try on the dress," the oga’s voice ca gently from behind .
The sound pulled back into the present instantly, as reality settled over again.
I blinked quickly, straightening myself.
I nodded once.
"Yes."
Slowly, I stepped away from the window and moved toward the mirror.
Then slowly—almost carefully, as though every movent mattered—the oga helped into the dress.
She adjusted the fabric around my shoulders, smoothing it down with practiced hands, ensuring every fold sat perfectly in place.
And little by little, I felt the weight of it settle properly against my body.
When she was done, I turned fully toward the mirror.
For a mont, I just stared.
The woman standing before didn’t look like the sa person who had been standing there earlier.
She looked...different...regal, composed.
Royal.
There was sothing about the way the dress fit that changed everything—how it frad , how it carried itself, how it made stand straighter without even trying.
The material alone was enough to speak for itself.
Luxurious.
Heavy in a refined way.
The texture, the detailing, the fine finishing—it all scread wealth and careful craftsmanship.
This wasn’t just any dress.
It was expensive.
Very expensive.
And for a brief mont, it sank in just how much Noah had put into all of this—Every detail, every arrangent, and every silent decision he made behind the scenes.
He wasn’t just planning a wedding.
He was preparing sothing intentional.
Sothing aningful.
A warmth slowly spread through my chest at that realization. It was soft and unfamiliar yet comforting in a way I didn’t expect.
"I will definitely cherish him," I said quietly to myself, my eyes still fixed on my reflection. A small smile ford on my lips without forcing it. "Just the way he cherishes ."
The words felt strange but sincere as they left my mouth.
Before I could say anything else—
"Lady Moon, please permit to step out for a bit," the oga said suddenly from behind . Her voice sounded weak. "My stomach feels uneasy."
I turned slightly toward her.
Only then did I notice how pale she looked. Her posture was slightly bent, as though she was trying to hold herself together.
It was probably stomach discomfort...maybe sothing she ate.
I frowned lightly.
"You can go," I said casually, turning my attention back to the mirror. "Just make sure you return on ti."
"Thank you, Lady Moon," she murmured quickly before leaving.
A few minutes passed in silence.
I remained standing there, still observing my reflection.
And then, the door opened again.
I assud she had returned.
But the mont I heard the voice, I stiffened slightly.
"Luna...I will be the one attending to you from now till tomorrow," the newcor said.
Sothing about the tone felt unfamiliar and wrong.
I turned sharply to look at her and imdiately, my eyes narrowed.
The voice wasn’t the oga’s, and the way she stood—Covered, and hiding her face.
It triggered sothing in my mory.
That girl.
The one I had bumped into before.
Recognition clicked instantly.
"It’s you," I said coldly, my expression hardened. "Remove your veil."
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