The Wedding Will be Held As Usual

"Young Lady Meredith, Young Master Pierre is here," a servant said as she knocked on the door. People were all talking about Meredith's wedding last night, so everyone in the house was aware of it. Roland and Jezebelle even groused that Meredith was too tight-lipped about the matter.

When she heard those words, Meredith's hand trembled. He's here. Everyone received their invitations yesterday, so he surely knows about this now. Thus, he has come to interrogate me? She hurriedly stood up. "Got it."

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she quickly picked up the powder puff and touched up her makeup.

I've been putting on a pale countenance back when Jamie was sick, but I can now revert to my initial beauty in front of him. Just when she was about to leave the room, Pierre had already walked to the door. Her heart jolted when she glimpsed his sharp gaze. "You're here, Pierre?"