“You’ll know when you get there/ Abigail replied.
Tommy tugged on the hem of her shirt, curious as well.” Mommy, what is it?”
Abigail tapped his little nose and said, “You’re just a kid. You don’t need to know-come on, let’s eat something tasty.”
The wedding reception must have started, and she turned toward Erin and asked, “Are you hungry? I can get you something to fill your stomach for the time being.”
“I’m not hungry,” Erin replied.
“Okay.” Abigail smiled. “We will be going now.”
Erin nodded. “See you later.”
Abigail did not see Diarmuid at their family’s table, and Mrs. Watson told her that Mick had taken Diarmuid away.
She took Baby off Mrs. Watson’s hands, who flailed while babbling, “Mama, mama…”
Abigail took his little hand and kissed it. “Be good.”
“He really refuses to settle down these days. Just leave him to me—you should eat.” Mrs. Watson held out her hands.
Abigail waved Mrs. Watson off. “You can eat with Tommy. I’ll take Baby out on a walk.”
However, Mrs. Watson thought it inappropriate to eat first as she was a servant. “Ma’am…”
“Be good now.” Abigail’s focus remained on her baby.
She considered Mrs. Watson family, so it did not matter who ate first.
Mrs. Watson did not excuse herself at that.
The luncheon was certainly exquisite. Though it was Minervan cuisine, the ingredients were as rare as it was fresh!
Tommy was content with food and started eating happily without needing Mrs. Watson to supervise him.
Mrs. Watson quickly ate as well, since there was not much time given the occasion.
After that, Abigail ate as well since there would be a toast.
Abigail had to be there as well, since she was close with James and Erin, and being away was inappropriate.
Soon, it was clear that Baby was not going to settle down, so Mrs. Watson quickly finished her portion and switched places with
Abigail.
When James and Erin had their toast, Abigail finally spotted Diarmuid but did not go to him since there were others with him.
Even if she was just there to attend their wedding, while James and Erin were the main event, she stayed there for a day anyway.
By evening, Zachary was eager to make a ruckus at the bridal suite.
Abigail did not have the time to join, since that was for friends and she had two children.
“Wait, I think I’m heading home as well,” Zachary said, remembering that he had a daughter too, and staying outside for too long was no good since he should be home to take care of her.
“I can babysit,” Abigail offered.
Zachary shook his head. “Forget it. James would get embarrassed if I got too far anyway.”
Abigail smiled-Zachary was shaping up to be a good father, giving up on playing now that he had a daughter.
“Go on. Get in.” Zachary got into the car first.
Abigail then told Zachary to bring Tommy home, since she would stay back to wait for Diarmuid.
Mrs. Watson and Zachary left together with Tommy, while Abigail waited with Baby outside.
It was after a long while when Diarmuid was finally done socializing, and he came up to Abigail, asking, “Where are the others?”
“They went back,” Abigail replied. “It’s just you.”
Diarmuid held out his hands for Baby, who stretched out his arms to Diarmuid eagerly.
Abigail avoided Diarmuid, saying, “You’re driving.”
“Alright,” Diarmuid replied.
Martin also prepared for everything after the wedding.
James and Erin headed to the bridal suite at the hotel.
Even if they were very familiar with each other, they were now formally husband and wife, and Erin got embarrassed from that fact.
Remembering that Abigail mentioned something about a gift for her, she quickly went looking.
The bridal suite was decorated in lively fashion with rose petals, ribbons and balloons.
James, however, was frowning as Erin rummaged through everything. “What are you doing?”
It was almost as if she had forgotten that she was a bride that day.
In fact, she did not even turn around to look at her bridegroom as she smiled. “Abigail told me that she left a gift here. I want to see what she prepared for me.”
“Alright, you keep searching,” James said. ‘TH take a shower.”
Erin waved him off, still facing away from him. “Let’s go.”
James was speechless-was the gift more important than him? It was as if she did not care about him already.
Walking up to her, he asked, “What, am I less precious than a gift?”
Erin looked up, staring at him for almost a minute in shock, leaving James a little embarrassed.
“W-What are you looking at?” James asked, touching his cheek. “What, is there dirt on my face?”
Erin shook her head seriously. “No, but there’s something else.”
“What?” James asked.
“Your skin is as thick as a wall.”
Then, before James could reply, Erin added, “Of course it’s the gift. Did you forget what Diarmuid gave me? That’s worth more than you!”
She could spend all that money for the rest of her life, even waste it!
She was not stupid enough to not know how nice it was to be rich!
The affection of men might change, but money never betrayed anyone.
What was more practical than money in this day and age?
James was speechless. He cleared his throat as he reminded her, “You should remember that Abigail isn’t as rich as Diarmuid, and she can’t give you so much money.”
“Well, she told me it’s special, so it definitely isn’t anything so mundane,” Erin replied. “Now go take your shower-l’ll find it myself.”
James was speechless again.
It was as if everything he said today was wrong!
It was their first night, so how did things turn out unpleasant like this? It was so infuriating!
“Fine, you go look,” he got up, before pausing to look at her continuing to rummage through everything. “You sure you don’t want to look in the bedroom?”
“Oh, right!”
With that, Erin lifted her dress and headed straight to the bedroom.
She opened the door to find it all red, as celebratory as it was romantic.
It was obvious the people who decorated it gave it thorough thought.
Just then, James said from outside, “Zachary and Abigail worked hard to prepare everything. You like it?”
Erin nodded repeatedly. “Yeah.”
She grew up in Minerva, but she was a Zidonian at heart, inheriting the country’s culture and tradition in her bones, so the traditional decorations struck her fancy.
“They came all the way from Zidonia to attend our wedding. Let’s treat them to a nice dinner some other day.”
Erin nodded repeatedly. “Yeah, good idea.”
They had been busy for a while because of their wedding, but they would have time afterward.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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