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Known to the public simply as the Castle, it was a legendary estate-larger and more opulent than any other property in the kingdom. Its historical significance was unparalleled, rumored to have once been the Alpha King's residence before the capital was relocated.
It had fallen into direpair over the years, but when Christopher became successful he started the process of restoring it to its former glory.
Every renovation, every adjustment, was a spectacle covered extensively by the media, with each change somehow making the Castle even more magnificent than before.
I turned to Alexander, my voice barely above a whisper. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, he's very serious," Christopher said, clearly pleased with my reaction.
I stared at him, my thoughts a swirl of awe and disbelief. The Castle wasn't just a venue-it was a symbol
of untouchable luxury and prestige. And now, somehow, it was being offered to us.
"That's incredible," I said, still in disbelief.
Alexander was writing something on the sheet of paper he had pulled out. I glanced toward him, trying to make it out, but his handwriting was too quick and precise to decipher.
"Right," he said without looking up. "So, we'll be able to keep the original date we chose, and there's plenty of room to accommodate the entire guest list?"
"Correct," Christopher replied, though a faint shadow of concern crossed his face. "That said, I suppose we can't be entirely sure how many guests will attend, considering what Lake has done."
Alexander's expression tightened, but he didn't look up. "Well, I think this change of venue will be more than enticing for most of the people we've invited," he said, glancing briefly at Christopher. "After all, when's the last time you hosted a single guest at the Castle?"
Christopher tilted his head thoughtfully. "I suppose it has been a few years, hasn't it?" He gave a small, self-assured smile. "What can I say? Most of my socializing is done here in the capital while I'm on business."
"And they call me a workaholic," Alexander quipped without missing a beat.
"You are," Christopher retorted with a smirk. "I like to mix my business with pleasure. As far as I know, you only care about one and not the other."
Alexander didn't bother replying, instead returning to his notebook with the same singular focus as before.
"do you have any
"Well, Miss Rowan," Christopher said, his smile shifting back to me with effortless charm, questions about the venue? Any special requests?"
I hesitated, unsure how to respond. Of course, I had questions-I wanted to know everything about the Castle. But I couldn't bring myself to gush; I didn't want to risk embarrassing Alexander. Shrugging slightly, I gave him an honest answer.
"Nothing jumps to mind immediately," I admitted. "This is such an unexpected development; I'm not sure I've fully processed it yet."
"Understandable," Christopher said, his tone as warm as his smile. "Well, it may interest you to know that some of the set pieces and decor from the last film made at the Castle are still there. We might be able to incorporate those into the wedding."
"Film?" I asked, curiosity sparking as I tried to recall the last movie filmed at the Castle. Then it hit me-a 1/2
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romantic comedy about a beautiful princess who fell in love with a servant. It had been wildly popular, people talking about it for months after its release.
with
Amanda, in particular, had loved that movie, constantly gushing about how she wished she could find a romance
like that.
A smile spread across my face as the thought settled in. "I would absolutely love that," I said, already imagining the possibilities.
I could see it now-the look on Amanda's face when our wedding photos made it into the news, and she realized where they were taken.
It might be petty to feel a surge of satisfaction at the thought of making her jealous, but I didn't care. Considering everything she'd put me through, I felt no guilt. After all, this was a small victory compared to what she truly deserved.