Chapter 1329:
Whatever secret lay hidden in Wade’s cryptic clue, she was certain it would matter.
Clutching her bag tightly, Millie gathered herself.
The rest of her day passed like any other. She kept her composure at work, never letting anything slip or show.
When lunchtime rolled around, Myron appeared with a gentle smile and invited her to share a meal. She told him nothing about her conversation with Wade—only that she’d stopped by Butcher Group to clear the air.
Myron didn’t pry.
They shared a calm meal and finished their work in steady silence.
A few more days flew by, bringing them within a week of the wedding. The entire city seemed caught up in anticipation, and final preparations buzzed everywhere.
One afternoon, Millie carried a dress to Nicole’s place. She pressed the doorbell and waited.
Nicole opened the door, her gaze falling instantly on the dress in Millie’s arms.
Millie handed it over and asked softly, “You’ll come to my wedding, right?”
Should…
Nicole lowered her gaze to the gown and remembered Myron’s words from his recent visit.
“Millie just wants to be close to you again,” he had said.
“No matter what happened before, you’re family. Nothing changes that.”
Back then, Nicole hadn’t replied.
Myron had kept his voice gentle.
“I understand you might have other plans, but I hope you’ll come to the wedding. It would mean a lot to Millie.”
Nicole had offered neither a promise nor a refusal. She had only stood there, trapped in her own thoughts.
Not long after, Leda arrived with a tray of bright, festive treats, her mood as cheerful as ever.
ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ.ᴄᴏᴍ
“Millie’s wedding is coming up soon. I put together a few sweets that might fit the celebration. What do you think of them?” Leda kept talking, unaware of the change in Nicole’s expression.
“Since you’re her mother, you ought to give it some thought.”
Without warning, Nicole asked, “You have a daughter, don’t you?”
Leda smiled.
“Yes. Her father and I are separated, and she lives with me.”
As she spoke, her mind drifted.
“When my little girl gets married, I’ll put on my best dress and bake until the whole house smells like a festival. That’s what moms are supposed to do.”
“Why would you go to such lengths?” Nicole asked quietly.
“Why not?” Leda shrugged, a bright smile on her face.
“She’s my family. A mother should be there for her child—especially on a big day like that.”
Leda’s honesty felt warmer than the sunlight streaming through the windows.
Nicole glanced down at the dress Millie had handed her and murmured, “I’ll be there.”
Living at the Elliott Mansion, it almost seemed expected that she would go.
That thought lingered.
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