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Shepard, understanding their modest roots, appreciated the effort behind securing a reservation in a five-star
restaurant.
“No need for apologies,” he replied warmly. “It’s perfect as it is. We're all delighted, and as long as the children
are happy, we parents couldn't ask for more.”
Lilith’s parents shared a relieved smile. Despite the Harpers’ lofty status, their sincerity and kindness were
unmistakable, assuring them that their daughter would be cherished after marrying Ernst.
Brenna clasped Lilith’s hand gently. “You look absolutely radiant today,” she said with a smile.
Lilith beamed, saying, “This dress I'm wearing? It's a masterpiece designed by your friend—she even offered me
a twenty percent discount!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThough Brenna hadn't done much, the day’s events had drained her. By six in the evening, she collapsed onto
the sofa, too exhausted to move.
Dalton, equally spent, flopped down beside her.
“I'm exhausted,” he groaned, massaging his cheeks. “This beats a full day of press junkets. Smiling that much?
My face hurts.”
He glanced at Brenna. “You'll get married to Ethan soon, right? Got a wedding date yet?”
“Not yet,” Brenna said. “I just got back, you know. | want more twith Mom and Dad. No hurry to walk down
the aisle.” She was only twenty-three, and she hadn't pictured marriage before Ethan entered her life.
Even now, she was open to it but in no rush—maybe not until she hit thirty.
Dalton nodded, understanding her. “Fair enough. We've got years to keep each other company. I'm not settling
down anytsoon, either—probably won't even consider it until I'm, like, forty.”
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Brenna laughed. “You're a star. Marry too soon, and your fans will riot. | hear they call their idols ‘husbands’ and
get jealous when their ‘husbands’ tie the knot.”
Dalton shook his head, resigned. “You're not wrong. Sfans are downright wild...”
Julia approached, balancing two mugs of coffee, handing one to each.
After a sip, Brenna felt revived. “Dalton...”
She was about to share her plans but paused as Rosie entered. She quickly changed the topic. “I'm thinking of
launching an animation studio, aiming for world-class special effects.”
Dalton hummed approvingly. “Smart move. Animation’s gaining traction now, with market share climbing yearly.
You could pull it off. But you should probably talk it over with Ernst; he knows the market better than me.”
Rosie, catching the conversation, didn’t agree. “I wouldn't bet on it. Animation’s niche—mostly for younger
crowds. Special effects eat cash. Contract work might pay, but original content? That's a massive gamble.”
Brenna saw Rosie's point but wasn’t swayed. She hadn't asked for her input anyway.
Just then, Ernst, Shepard, and Giselle also returned, all looking tired.
Julia swiftly brought more coffee, noticing Giselle rubbing her legs and stepping in to lend a hand.
The next morning, Brenna headed to work and spotted Gracie in the lobby, radiating smug confidence.
“Didn’t you quit?” Brenna asked. “What are you back for?”
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