The wedding had been postponed.

Briony remained in her room, refusing to step outside.

Around noon, Bianca came in to bring her lunch.

Seeing Briony sitting on the bed, eyes closed, Bianca pressed her lips together and let out a quiet sigh.

A wedding, yet the bride-so beautiful-looked anything but happy.

Everyone could see how strange and tense the whole affair was. Still, Stewart was paying them to do their jobs; it wasn't their place to judge the master's choices.

All they could do was marvel, quietly, that a man as rich and powerful as Stewart could still find himself helpless in love.

Some things in life were simply beyond anyone's control.

Bianca approached the bed, her voice gentle. "Ma'am, you should eat something. I just heard from Mr. Stewart-the ceremony won't be until tonight. Please, just have a little to tide you over."

Briony opened her eyes and looked at Bianca.

After a moment, her gaze drifted to the tray Bianca had placed on the table.

"I don't want any of this," she said, her tone cool. "Tell the chef I want steak instead."

"Excuse me?" Bianca was caught off guard. "But you're still recovering... Steak might be hard to digest."

"I want steak," Briony replied, her voice unyielding. "And I want the best cut, cooked to fine-dining standards."

Bianca didn't dare argue further. "Please wait a moment-I'll have to check with Mr. Stewart."

was no way

Fortunately, Stewart didn't object.

in carrying a

tugging the heavy skirt of her wedding dress behind her

"Of course."

left, Briony sat down and stared

the only utensils Bianca had given her

clearly

Always so vigilant, always anticipating

picked up a piece of steak with the chopsticks and popped it into her mouth, her face expressionless

to give

few bites before she

tray, she stepped out

been standing guard outside. When she saw

vel

emerge, she rushed

take that for

wanted to stretch

hand. "Which way to the

determined she was,

the kitchen, Bianca took the tray from

spotted Briony and looked surprised. "Ma'am, was

calm. "No, it was good. I

scanned the kitchen, then pointed to the fridge. "Could you make me a glass of fresh

"Of

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