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    Karson listened with a faint smile, nodding along, though the heaviness in his chest grew with every word.


    Outside, night wrapped the Carter Mansion in silence. Though the house glittered with festive red, a quiet, unseen darkness crept through its halls, waiting for dawn to break.


    Sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, spilling golden warmth across Ste’s bedroom.


    All around the Carter family’s Mansion, the air hummed with celebration. Servants moved briskly through the halls, their faces bright with cheer as they hurried toplete the final touches.


    Awakened at dawn, Ste now sat before her dressing table, surrounded by a team of skilled stylists who worked with focused precision.


    Her wedding gown hung nearby, gleaming in the soft light—a vision of grace and purity, waiting to mark the beginning of her new life.


    Josie and Sharon had arrived early, both bridesmaids impably dressed. They stayed close to Ste, offering quietpany.


    Josie gazed at her friend’s reflection in the mirror, her chest tightening with a swirl of emotions she couldn’t quite name.


    With careful hands, she adjusted Ste’s veil, her touch light, almost reverent. “Stel, you look so beautiful today,” she said softly, her voice trembling with the faintest hint of tears.


    Across the room, Sharon leaned against the wall, her hands tucked into the pockets of her bridesmaid dress. Her eyes carried a heaviness she tried to mask behind a thin smile.


    Forcing a small smile, Sharon replied, “Yeah, you really do look like a princess…”


    It was just a pity that the groom was nothing but a fraud.


    She bit back what she wanted to say and instead blurted, “Marc is really getting lucky!”


    Her remark drew a brightugh from Ste. A soft blush crept over her cheeks, making her glow all the more.


    Reaching out, Ste sped both their hands, her eyes shining with gratitude. “Josie, Sharon, thank you for being here. I know you’re both worried, but I really am happy. Marc will take good care of me.”


    Her voice, brimming with faith in Marc, struck Josie and Sharon like a handful of needles.


    If Ste’s memories ever returned, she would never forgive the naive woman she was now.


    It was their failure that Ste hadn’t regained her memories before the wedding.


    Downstairs, the sound of lively chatter and footsteps filled the air as Marc’s wedding entourage pulled up to the mansion.


    Marc stepped out first, dressed in a wlessly cut white tuxedo. His hair was neatly styled, and a confident smile stretched across his face, glowing with pride.


    A line of groomsmen followed close behind, all dressed in matching suits, their polished demeanor adding to the grandeur of the scene.


    At the entrance, the Carter family’s Mansion’s doors remained closed. Lance stood before them, his expressionposed but devoid of the joy expected from a brother on his sister’s wedding day.


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