Whisper - Chapter 92: Chapter 92
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The Engagement Day – 1
( Olivia's POV )
Days passed amid the endless autumn rain before the sky finally cleared on the day of my engagement. The morning sun cast a golden glow through the windows of the
Winters Family Estate, bringing with it a sense of promise and new beginnings.
"Today is Olivia's big day, and everyone in the Winters Family woke up early," I heard
Agatha Turner, our loyal housekeeper, announce cheerfully as she bustled through the hallways.
Even little Grace, my half – sister who usually loved to sleep in, had risen with the sun.
She raced through the corridors in a festive red dress, her childish excitement echoing off the walls.
"Sister's getting engaged today! Sister's getting engaged today!" Grace chanted, spinning in circles until she nearly toppled over.
Inside my bedroom at the estate, a team of professional stylists busied themselves around me. Mirrors reflected my transformation as they worked their magic, turning me from Olivia Winters, independent lawyer, into a bride – to – be.
I wore a soft pink gown with delicate embroidery that caught the light with every movement. My honey – brown hair had been elegantly coiled into a bun, adorned with pearl pins that complemented my amber eyes.
"Just a touch more blush," the makeup artist murmured, adding the finishing touches to enhance my porcelain complexion.
Grace slipped into the room, resting her little face on the vanity. Her eyes widened with wonder as she gazed at me admiringly.
"Sister, you look so pretty today," she breathed, her voice filled with awe.
I smiled gently and pinched her cheek. "Thank you, little one."
Unexpectedly, Grace's bright eyes clouded with worry. Her lower lip jutted out in a pout that I'd come to recognize as the prelude to serious questions.
"Sister, after you get married, will you still come home often?" she asked, her voice small and uncertain.
The innocent question caught me off guard. A bittersweet pang shot through my heart as I realized how much this child had come to care for me, despite our complicated family history.
I smiled softly, my voice tinged with tenderness. "Of course, the Rivers territory is so close, I can come back every day."
But Grace was sharp for her age. She frowned, seeing through my gentle lie immediately.
"Hmph, you're lying. You don't even come home every day now. After marrying
Connor, you definitely won't." Her lower lip trembled slightly, threatening tears.
Suppressing a laugh at her perceptiveness, I patiently coaxed my half – sister. "Sister has work at the law center, so I can't come back daily now."
Grace remained unconvinced. She stubbornly stretched out her pinky finger, her expression deadly serious.
"Pinky promise, you must come home every day to see me."
My smile deepened with helpless affection. How could I resist this pure – hearted child who wanted nothing more than my presence?
I extended my pinky, offering a compromise. "I can't promise every day, but whenever
I'm free, I'll come visit you, often."
Grace's little face brightened instantly, sunshine breaking through storm clouds.
"Okay!"
As our pinkies hooked together in solemn promise, a sweet smile blossomed on my face. In that moment, all my anxieties about the impending ceremony melted away.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the Winters Family Estate, my father Richard Winters and his wife Natalie had dressed meticulously for the occasion. They waited in the living room, my father's face bearing a rare broad smile.
Through the open door, I could hear him welcoming Connor, who had arrived early to personally escort me.
The Engagem +15 Ponts
"Connor, wait a moment, Olivia will be down soon," my father said, his voice warmer than I'd heard in years.
Natalie stood beside him, also radiant with genuine happiness. Though not my biological mother, I sensed her silent prayers to my mother Sarah in heaven : Sarah, our Olivia is all grown up now and about to get engaged. You would be so proud and relieved. Connor is a good man and truly loves her. She will be happy, so don't worry.
The stylists gave me one final inspection before declaring me ready. Taking a deep breath, I picked up my bouquet of fresh flowers and stepped toward the door.
Grace raced ahead of me, her voice ringing through the house. "Sister is coming down!"
I descended the stairs gracefully, feeling all eyes turn toward me. Connor stood at the bottom, looking breathtakingly handsome in his tailored suit.
The moment our eyes met, time seemed to slow. His ice – blue gaze widened, drinking in every detail of my appearance – my elegant gown outlining my slender waist, the pearl pins catching the light, my amber eyes meeting his.
An amazed smile broke across Connor's face as he stepped forward, unable to hide his adoration. He took my hand in his, his touch warm and secure.
"You're beautiful," he ed, his voice hoarse with emotion.
( Olivia's POV )
Days passed amid the endless autumn rain before the sky finally cleared on the day of my engagement. The morning sun cast a golden glow through the windows of the
Winters Family Estate, bringing with it a sense of promise and new beginnings.
"Today is Olivia's big day, and everyone in the Winters Family woke up early," I heard
Agatha Turner, our loyal housekeeper, announce cheerfully as she bustled through the hallways.
Even little Grace, my half – sister who usually loved to sleep in, had risen with the sun.
She raced through the corridors in a festive red dress, her childish excitement echoing off the walls.
"Sister's getting engaged today! Sister's getting engaged today!" Grace chanted, spinning in circles until she nearly toppled over.
Inside my bedroom at the estate, a team of professional stylists busied themselves around me. Mirrors reflected my transformation as they worked their magic, turning me from Olivia Winters, independent lawyer, into a bride – to – be.
I wore a soft pink gown with delicate embroidery that caught the light with every movement. My honey – brown hair had been elegantly coiled into a bun, adorned with pearl pins that complemented my amber eyes.
"Just a touch more blush," the makeup artist murmured, adding the finishing touches to enhance my porcelain complexion.
Grace slipped into the room, resting her little face on the vanity. Her eyes widened with wonder as she gazed at me admiringly.
"Sister, you look so pretty today," she breathed, her voice filled with awe.
I smiled gently and pinched her cheek. "Thank you, little one."
Unexpectedly, Grace's bright eyes clouded with worry. Her lower lip jutted out in a pout that I'd come to recognize as the prelude to serious questions.
"Sister, after you get married, will you still come home often?" she asked, her voice small and uncertain.
The innocent question caught me off guard. A bittersweet pang shot through my heart as I realized how much this child had come to care for me, despite our complicated family history.
I smiled softly, my voice tinged with tenderness. "Of course, the Rivers territory is so close, I can come back every day."
But Grace was sharp for her age. She frowned, seeing through my gentle lie immediately.
"Hmph, you're lying. You don't even come home every day now. After marrying
Connor, you definitely won't." Her lower lip trembled slightly, threatening tears.
Suppressing a laugh at her perceptiveness, I patiently coaxed my half – sister. "Sister has work at the law center, so I can't come back daily now."
Grace remained unconvinced. She stubbornly stretched out her pinky finger, her expression deadly serious.
"Pinky promise, you must come home every day to see me."
My smile deepened with helpless affection. How could I resist this pure – hearted child who wanted nothing more than my presence?
I extended my pinky, offering a compromise. "I can't promise every day, but whenever
I'm free, I'll come visit you, often."
Grace's little face brightened instantly, sunshine breaking through storm clouds.
"Okay!"
As our pinkies hooked together in solemn promise, a sweet smile blossomed on my face. In that moment, all my anxieties about the impending ceremony melted away.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the Winters Family Estate, my father Richard Winters and his wife Natalie had dressed meticulously for the occasion. They waited in the living room, my father's face bearing a rare broad smile.
Through the open door, I could hear him welcoming Connor, who had arrived early to personally escort me.
The Engagem +15 Ponts
"Connor, wait a moment, Olivia will be down soon," my father said, his voice warmer than I'd heard in years.
Natalie stood beside him, also radiant with genuine happiness. Though not my biological mother, I sensed her silent prayers to my mother Sarah in heaven : Sarah, our Olivia is all grown up now and about to get engaged. You would be so proud and relieved. Connor is a good man and truly loves her. She will be happy, so don't worry.
The stylists gave me one final inspection before declaring me ready. Taking a deep breath, I picked up my bouquet of fresh flowers and stepped toward the door.
Grace raced ahead of me, her voice ringing through the house. "Sister is coming down!"
I descended the stairs gracefully, feeling all eyes turn toward me. Connor stood at the bottom, looking breathtakingly handsome in his tailored suit.
The moment our eyes met, time seemed to slow. His ice – blue gaze widened, drinking in every detail of my appearance – my elegant gown outlining my slender waist, the pearl pins catching the light, my amber eyes meeting his.
An amazed smile broke across Connor's face as he stepped forward, unable to hide his adoration. He took my hand in his, his touch warm and secure.
"You're beautiful," he ed, his voice hoarse with emotion.
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