Chapter 1261
Chapter 1261:
“Okay,” Annabel replied, silently praying nothing would ruin their special day.
The next morning at nine o’clock, the engagement venue was already buzzing. People moved quickly, decorating the space with flowers, balloons, and symbolic ornaments—tiny details that celebrated the couple’s journey. Everything progressed with meticulous efficiency.
But among the familiar faces were strangers scattered throughout the venue. They were people Rupert had arranged through Finley, stationed there for one purpose only: to watch for any sign of Candace trying to disrupt the celebration.
Rupert believed Candace was unstable, and his caution was justified. Still, he wasn’t afraid of her. He only wanted to protect the sanctity of the day.
He checked his watch and couldn’t help smiling.
“Mr. Benton, everything is in order,” Finley reported as he approached.
Rupert swept his gaze across the venue and nodded in approval. Then, as if remembering something, he turned and strode away to take care of it.
“Have you ever seen an engagement ceremony this grand?” one waitress whispered to another as they set the tables, her voice low. “Look who’s getting engaged—Rupert Benton himself p>
“I envy the bride. Seriously. Where am I supposed to find a fiancé that handsome and rich p>
“You? Well, maybe if you take a nap, you can have him in your dreams!” The two waitresses giggled, trading lighthearted jabs.
As they turned to carry their trays away, they suddenly jolted—someone brushed past them, bumping their shoulders.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” The waitresses startled and immediately bowed in apology. When they lifted their heads, they saw a face tightly covered, almost completely concealed. They froze for a moment, stunned.
The person didn’t respond and kept moving, head lowered.
“She’s kind of strange, isn’t she?” one of the waitresses murmured, watching the figure disappear into the crowd.
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Just then, Finley walked over and called the waitresses away, pulling their attention elsewhere.
Elsewhere in the venue, Annabel—the other protagonist of the engagement party—was getting ready in the makeup room.
Seated calmly, Annabel studied her reflection in the mirror, a soft smile lingering on her lips.
“Miss Hewitt, you look absolutely radiant today!” Kailyn, the makeup artist, said as she stood beside Annabel, carefully perfecting the final details.
“What? Wasn’t I beautiful before?” Annabel teased softly, making Kailyn look briefly flustered.
“I didn’t mean that! Don’t twist my words,” Kailyn protested.
Annabel laughed, amused by her reaction. Kailyn was young, and Annabel enjoyed teasing her whenever she could.
Seeing Annabel laugh, Kailyn pouted dramatically, putting on the expression of a spoiled child, which only made Annabel laugh even harder.
Unbothered by the teasing, Kailyn refocused and made sure every detail of Annabel’s makeup was flawless. Once she was satisfied, she went to retrieve the gown.