The Wrong Woman

After listening to Florence, Sienna glanced at Elio.

Elio nervously swallowed, his mind racing with worry that Sienna might reject his proposal to Candice. His hands, damp with sweat, fidgeted against his pants, a clear sign of his anxiety. Sienna lifted the envelope slightly, saying, "Elio, actually..."

Before Sienna could finish her sentence, Elio bowed his head. He was trembling with nerves. "Aunt Sienna, I will cherish Candice even more than you do. Please, allow me to marry her." Sienna was taken aback. Daniel chuckled softly, murmuring, "Look at what you've done to poor Elio."

Sienna quickly explained, "I just wanted to say that all these formalities aren't necessary. Our family is very easygoing; we won't make things difficult for you two young people."

Elio breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Aunt Sienna."

"Please, have a seat," Sienna gestured, taking her own seat and motioning for him to do the same.

Elio sat down, picked up his cup, and took a sip, looking visibly tense.

The elders of the family were delighted, especially the uncles, thrilled at the idea of their beloved little princess marrying the wealthiest man in Norvania, especially one they had seen grow up. Knowing his background, they were all satisfied with Elio.

everyone chatted, Candice's cheerful voice rang out, "Wow, why are there so many

suddenly became demure, her

the engagement gifts sent by

engagement gifts, Candice's heart raced, feeling both bashful and nervous. She bit her lip,

her daughter's reaction, then glanced at Elio, feeling that they didn't quite look like

felt like they were still in the early

gifts and formally visit his parents with Elio. Then we'll

the sofa. She wanted to sit next to her parents, but Jasper deliberately pushed her toward Elio, saying, "Sit with your

with embarrassment. She awkwardly sat next to Elio, her face turning red

down, she looked up at Elio and smiled softly. Their eyes met filled

"Leo, Candice, how long have

moment. Candice nervously glanced at Elio, then at