Linda felt a mix of surprise and confusion as she stared at Romeo, standing there in the middle of the chaos. "Romeo!" she began. "What are you doing here in the capital?"Romeo hesitated, his eyes darted around as if looking for an escape. "Ugh... I ugh… nothing," he mumbled, scratching his head. "Some of my street friends said that this wedding is going to be a big deal, so I didn’t want to miss out on the fun, the nice food, gifts, and the ladies." He said it in a way that showed he wasn’t sure of himself, his shoulders were slightly hunched, and his gaze was not quite meeting hers.Linda raised an eyebrow, with a small smile tugging at her lips despite the stress. "Come on, Romeo, speak the truth." she said, with her tone softening. "You came here because you were worried about me."Romeo shifted uncomfortably, as his face turned a bit red. "No… I mean, yes… part of it." He stammered, trying to keep his cool. "Hey, you have started work. Is there anything I can help you with?"Li
Romeo straightened up and cleared his throat, trying to put on his most polite and respectful face. “Hello, madam. I’m a friend,” he said, his voice was calm but and despite her intimidating presence, Romeo didn't show a hint of nervousness. The event planner raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down as if she didn’t believe a word. Her gaze was sharp, almost like she was interrogating him. “A friend? Hmmm, interesting.” She crossed her arms and leaned forward. “Alright then, what kind of decoration skills do you have?” she demanded, with a voice that was cold.Romeo blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Um… I don’t have any decoration skills, but that doesn’t mean I can’t check up on my friend.” He explained, keeping his voice steady but respectful.The event planner’s eyes flashed with anger. “No decoration skills? Then what use are you? You’re nothing but a worthless, jobless fool!” She shouted, and her voice was filled with frustration. “And as for you, Linda, and your so-called
Linda’s heart pounded in her chest as she hurried around the reception hall, trying to fix the disaster. She and her team worked frantically, adjusting the crooked ribbons, replacing the wilted flowers, and trying to clean up the mess. The pressure was overwhelming. Fifteen million dollars on the line? How could she possibly make this right in time?Her hands trembled as she tied another ribbon, but it still didn’t look quite right. Her crew was equally stressed, rushing around and making quick fixes, but it felt like nothing they did was good enough.As Linda knelt down to pick up a broken mirror, she heard footsteps approaching. Before she could even stand up, a well-dressed servant tapped her gently on the shoulder. She jumped, startled, and turned around.“Hello, madam.” The servant said politely, his voice was calm.Linda blinked, still trying to catch her breath. “Hello, sir,” she replied, with a shaky voice.The servant straightened up. “Are you Mrs. Linda Baines?”“Yes.” sh
Linda stood in the middle of the room, her body was trembling as she struggled to find her voice. Her hands, which were already sweaty from the pressure, clenched together as she swallowed hard."Fine, Your Majesty, the decorations are going fine." she said in a shaky voice, trying to sound confident.Romeo, who was still staring out the window, let out a soft chuckle. His laugh caught her off guard, and she blinked in surprise."Come on, Mrs. Baines, speak the truth." Romeo said, his tone was gentler but it still carried a weight of authority.Linda’s breath hitched. She fidgeted nervously, unsure of how to respond. She hadn’t expected him to press her like that. "Um," she stammered, "to be honest, Your Majesty, things are... not going exactly as planned." Her voice wavered as she spoke. "But please be rest assured, we are professionals, and everything is being taken care of."Romeo’s shoulders stiffened. "Why should anything go wrong with my sister’s wedding, Linda?" He asked, his
The next day dawned bright and clear, the air was buzzing with excitement as final preparations were made for Gabrielle Stormbreaker’s wedding to Major General Hein Bürst. The palace grounds were transformed into a vision of elegance and grandeur, with lush floral arrangements, twinkling lights, and rich fabrics that were draped over every surface. The scent of fresh roses, lilies, and jasmine filled the air, mingling with the sound of musicians tuning their instruments for the grand celebration.Guests began arriving in droves, and their carriages lined up outside the palace. As they entered the grand ballroom, their eyes widened in awe. The massive chandeliers sparkled like diamonds, casting a warm glow over the room. The decorations—every garland, every ribbon, every centerpiece—were perfect. Linda who was nervous before, was now standing on the sidelines, watching with a sense of relief and pride as people admired her work.“I must say, this is the most stunning wedding I’ve
The idea seemed impossible, laughable even. Romeo Stormbreaker was a prince, a man of incredible power and status. He could have anyone he wanted. Why would he notice her, of all people?“No.” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head slightly. “Don’t be ridiculous Linda, he just appreciates the good decorations you did.”She couldn’t let her mind wander down that path. She wasn’t worthy of his attention—she didn’t even belong in the same world as him. Linda tried to convince herself it was nothing, just a moment of confusion or misunderstanding. There had to be another explanation. Pushing the thoughts aside, she forced herself to smile again, focusing on the laughter and conversation around her. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed—and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it.Linda was still trying to calm her racing thoughts when something else caught her attention. Across the ballroom, a stunning woman had entered—s
Linda’s heart was still pounding as she stood in front of the grand staircase, holding the envelope tight in her hand. The servant’s words echoed in her mind: "He is expecting you in thirty minutes, upstairs." She glanced around nervously, but no one seemed to notice her slip away from the crowded ballroom. Her feet felt like they were moving on their own, carrying her up the wide, marble steps.The higher she climbed, the quieter the sounds from the ballroom became. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor, and soon she found herself on the upper level, where the air was cooler, and the opulence of the palace was even more striking.The walls were adorned with shimmering tapestries and golden chandeliers, casting a soft, warm glow over everything. Linda felt almost out of place in this grand, royal space. But as she reached the balcony that overlooked the ballroom, something caught her eye.She paused and leaned over the railing, gazing down at the scene below. Her brea
Stormbreaker raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised. “Why do you ask? No one, not even my father, has asked me how I got my scars.”Linda’s curiosity grew. The way he moved, the way he spoke… something about him felt familiar, as if she had met someone like him before, but she couldn’t quite place it. She shook her head, trying to dismiss the strange feeling. “Oh, um, nothing. I just… wanted to ask.”The general’s intense expression softened for a moment. Inside, Romeo Stormbreaker could feel his emotions bubbling up, the urge to tell her the truth was becoming harder to resist. He had kept his identity hidden for so long, and now, standing in front of her, he felt a deep pull to reveal everything. His hand unconsciously rose to his mustache, as if to prepare himself for what he was about to do.“Linda,” he began slowly, as his voice was quieter now. “I want to tell you something.” He was evading her question about the scar, but the truth he needed to reveal was far more imp