My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56 Wedding Splendor

Chapter 56 Wedding Splendor

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From the Wagner Estate to the Niven Estate gates, drums thundered, filling the thoroughfarest with jubilant clamor. Ulrich rode at the head of the procession, a robe draped over his broad shoulders, the joy of the day sharpening his already handsome features.

Fiona watched from the front steps, catching sight of Joanna orchestrating every flourish of the feast with a fearless hand despite the gaping hole Ulrich’s spending had torn in the family

accounts.

Still, Joanna is nothing if not bold. Even had the bride been someone other than Yolanda, the celebration could never be stingy–not when the honor of the bride warranted every ounce of grandeur.

Soon, the bridal coach halted, and Yolanda emerged beneath the arch of the main gate. A crown sat atop her hair, crimson and gold robes rippling like dusk–lit clouds. With each poised step, it seemed flowers unfurled beneath her embroidered shoes.

“What a stunning bride.”

“After this, only the Zonfrillo heir’s wedding could hope to match such grandeur.”

“Even the celebrations for the eldest Zonfrillo son paled beside today’s. When Lord Soren marries, I can scarcely imagine the splendor. They say the Niven family keeps angling for an alliance, but the Zonfrillos remain aloof.”

Hearing the chatter, Fiona glanced over her shoulder. The voices belonged to two of Isabel’s relatives from the Zimmer family, gossip bright as lacquered fans.

“Is this Ms. Fiona?” one of the matrons whispered, the question slipping out on a breath that trembled with sudden awe. A brief, silvery glint of admiration flashed across her. eyes.

Fiona answered with a gentle nod, the corners of her mouth lifting in effortless grace. “Would you care for a cup of tea?” she asked, voice as soft as a spring breeze.

She moved without hurry–porcelain clinking, steam rising–brewing two fresh set the lacquered tray before them, an eager voice rang out from behind. “Mdm. Winnifred, do

cups. As she join us!” the caller urged, bright and insistent.

Fiona paused. When she turned, she saw Winnifred gliding toward them, satin skirts brushing

the floor in deliberate calm.

“Might I trouble Ms. Fiona for a cup as well?” Winnifred asked, her smile warm enough to thaw

winter frost.

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Chapter 56 Wedding Splendor

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Winnifred had come seeking a quiet moment to speak with Fiona, yet she had overheard two nearby guests belittling the Niven family. Quick to shield the younger woman, she stepped in, turning idle gossip into cordial company.

“After all, her own son held Fiona in high regard.

A mother protects what her child treasures.

Fiona, for her part, behaved as though she had never caught the spiteful words–steady, unruffled, unwilling to bicker. Such composed patience, Winnifred thought, was the very temperament needed to govern a household.

“Please give me a moment,” Fiona said, dipping her head before slipping away to prepare a fresh brew.

When the first sip touched Winnifred’s lips, her eyes widened in genuine delight. “Your tea craft is remarkable, Ms. Fiona. The bitterness is scarcely there–only a lingering sweetness.”

Im glad it pleases you,” Fiona replied, her smile bright yet unassuming.

Winnifred studied the young woman’s radiant face. No wonder Callum is taken with her, she mused. I wonder what she thinks of him.

“This brew is sweeter than Rooibos, fuller than Earl Grey. Could it be Tregothnan tea?” Winnifred asked, savoring another thoughtful mouthful.

Not everyone could identify so rare a leaf. Fiona’s eyes sparkled. “Mdm. Winnifred is indeed well–traveled; it is Tregothnan tea,”

She had acquired the tea only days earlier from Harriet and decided it would grace Ulrich’s wedding feast perfectly.

Winnifred glanced toward the two gossiping women and remarked with casual case. “They say this tea costs more than gold. Using it for guests shows how thoughtfully Ms. Fiona entertains.”

The pair of cousins blinked, startled; they had found the tea merely tasty, never guessing its worth. Suddenly they sipped with exaggerated care, reluctant to waste a single drop.

Awareness dawned–even should the Zoufrillo Estate spurn the Niven family, the latter still stood leagues above ordinary folk like themselves. Sneering at the Nivens was, in truth, to sneer at their own standing. Eanbarrassment flushed their cheeks.

Catching Winnifred’s discreet aid, Fiona offered the older woman a grateful glance.

“And these ladies are…” Winnifred asked lightly, though the tilt of her chin suggested she

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