My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 57

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A distant drum announced the beginning of the wedding feast. Servants carrying bronze lanterns threaded through the courtyard, bowing low as they invited the guests toward the banquet hall. Only then did Isabel’s two aunts rise, embroidered skirts rustling like restless birds.

Fiona lifted her hem and stepped forward. “Allow me to escort you, Mdm. Winnifred, and find you a comfortable seat.”

Winnifred’s pleasure was clear–she linked arms with the younger woman, and together they glided toward the lantern–strung front courtyard.

As they walked. Fiona lowered her voice. “Thank you for speaking on my behalf earlier.”

Winnifred waved the gratitude away with a soft chuckle. Think nothing of it. What those women uttered was sheer rumor. As for you and Soren, fate merely missed its cue. His mother’s cool nature birthed the misunderstanding, not any deliberate rejection.”

Penelope’s disdain for the Niven family is no fantasy. Yet when Mdm. Winnifred reshapes the tale so gently, contradicting her would feel ungracious.

A knowing smile tugged at Winnifred’s lips. “Opinions inside the estate differ. I, for one, admire you–your generosity, your composure. People slander you to your face, and you simply let the wind carry it away.”

Truthfully, Isabel’s relatives were shadows to Fiona–powerless spirits unable to shake the Niven name. Were she to chase every scrap of idle chatter, her life would splinter under an endless storm of tiny battles.

Far more pressing was the puzzle of Winnifred’s sudden warmth. Fiona suspected such enthusiasm never blossomed without purpose, and she sifted every compliment for the glint

of intent.

Fiona dipped her head, the feathers on her hairpin trembling. “You are too kind, Mdm. Winnifred. I do not deserve such praise.

A faint sigh escaped Winnifred, her gaze drifting north as if she could pierce palace walls and see the distant frontier. “Callum has departed for Broadmoor. No one knows how long he must stay, and the Steppe Nomads are ruthless.”

Fiona answered without eation, conviction ringing beneath her gentle tone. “Mr. Callum is both courageous and astute. His sword arm is unmatched. The Steppe Nomads will prove no serious challenge”

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Fiona’s steady endorsement softened Winnifred’s expression; satisfaction settled over her features like sunlight breaking through clouds.

Inside the vast banquet hall, seating followed invisible hierarchies. One table gathered the immediate family, another the bride’s maternal kin, and farther out stood lacquered rounds for prestigious guests–the Zonfrillo family, the Thankerton family, the Lord Chancellor’s

family.

After guiding Winnifred to the place marked by a jade name plaque, Fiona felt a gentle pat on her hand. You must have other duties tonight, child. Do not wear yourself out shepherding

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The ladies sharing the table exchanged subtle glances. Winnifred’s benevolence was well- known, yet such open protectiveness was rare enough to stir curiosity.

Once Fiona’s figure vanished among swirling guests, a matron leaned closer. “When Callum returns, you will surely begin arranging his marriage, will you not?”

Winnifred answered only with an enigmatic smile, the corners of her mouth sealing whatever strategy brewed behind her calm eyes.

Several women had quietly considered Fiona for their sons. Though the Niven family’s star had dimmed, it remained a respectable match. Winnifred’s coy silence, however, introduced the first tremor of doubt in their calculations.

When the final course was cleared and the musicians played their closing chord, Winnifred deliberately sought out Meryl, exchanging a handful of warm, purposeful words before taking her leave.

Meryl caught Winnifred’s hint the moment it flashed across the woman’s eyes.She had never intended to push Fiona toward the Zonfrillos, yet if that powerful household came knocking of its own accord, she would at least hear them out.

Callum, after all, possessed nearly every advantage. Born into privilege but spared the crushing duty of inheriting the title, he carried fewer chains than most noble sons. He was handsome enough to turn heads, and his future–whether in court or on the battlefield- glimmered like summer steel in sunlight. Unlike Penelope, Winnifred bore no trace of haughty pride, making the prospect of in–laws surprisingly pleasant.

On paper, Callum seemed faultless, but only if he and Fiona chose each other of their own free will. A marriage arranged solely by families bred polite strangers, and polite strangers soon became husbands who welcomed new women into their quarters. Only love, genuine and reciprocated, could keep a wife safe.

With that principle fixed in her heart, Meryl lingered beside Winnifred, trading small,

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deliberate pleasantries while she weighed every unspoken possibility.

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