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Upstairs, the two of them each took turns in the shower before continuing their chat sprawled on the cozy beds.

After a while, Mrs. Sampson knocked on the door and chided, “Time to hit the hay, you don’t want to be applying

makeup over dark circles tomorrow.”

With that, Magdalen playfully pulled Estelle into bed. Mrs. Sampson turned off the light, reminding Magdalen not to

hog the blankets or kick Estelle in her sleep.

Magdalen chuckled, “Oh, don’t worry about it. With Estelle’s ninja moves, do you really think I could steal the covers

from her?”

Mrs. Sampson shot her a look and left, closing the door behind her.

The light from the garden lamps seeped into the room, keeping it from total darkness. Magdalen peeked over the

covers at Estelle, both sharing a mischievous grin.

Perhaps it was the anticipation of the wedding, but Estelle thought Magdalen seemed particularly childlike tonight.

Estelle reached under her pillow for her phone – no message from Jonathan. He’d sent a video that morning, but

had been silent ever since.

Could he make it back for Magdalen’s wedding tomorrow?

After a moment of silence, Magdalen suddenly spoke up, “Estelle, are you asleep?”

Estelle turned to her friend, “Can’t sleep for real?”

Magdalen hugged the comforter, her bare face glowing with a natural allure, “A little.”

Estelle pursed her lips, “Then let’s chat for five more minutes.”

Energized, they nestled under the blankets, whispering in the dark about Morrison, Jonathan, and all the dreams of

their futures, letting the conversation wander wherever it pleased.

As the night deepened, sleep eventually took them.

In the wee hours, Mrs. Sampson came in to see their blankets kicked to the foot of the bed. She tiptoed in, tucking

them in gently. Magdalen was out cold, but Estelle woke at the slightest touch.

Without opening her eyes, Estelle felt Mrs. Sampson adjust her blanket, then sit by Magdalen, watching over her

daughter for a long while.

Come dawn, the Sampson household was already bustling.

The extended family had arrived bright and early, and the kitchen was abuzz with preparations for the wedding

feast – sugar-dusted pastries and celebratory dishes filled the air with their festive aroma.

As the eastern sky began to lighten, Estelle opened her eyes, and so did Magdalen. They gazed at each other in the

dim morning light.

Estelle whispered, “Happy wedding day!”

Magdalen’s eyes sparkled with joy, “Thank you!”

Mrs. Sampson’s gentle voice came through the door, “Magdalen, Ella, time to get up!”

“We’re on it!” responded Magdalen cheerfully.

After freshening up, the maids brought up a wedding breakfast. The makeup artists and other bridesmaids had

already arrived.

Sophia congratulated Magdalen and turned to Estelle with a smile, “I hear Old Mr. Jarvis is coming over, is it true?”

Estelle grinned, “Yes, he’s visiting my mentor first!”

“He’ll be thrilled!”

As the bridesmaids got acquainted with one another, they started getting ready.

Downstairs, guests milled about, admiring the wedding gift that the Sampson family had laid out in the yard – it was

the talk of the morning.

After all, Magdalen had been managing the Sampson affairs, and all future wealth would be hers – the generous

wedding gift was only fitting.

Upstairs, Magdalen was being transformed into a bride. Estelle sat beside her, checking her silent phone while

getting her own makeup done.

The bridesmaids’ dresses, personally selected by Magdalen, were a symphony of silver, with pleated chiffon skirts

and cinched waists, accented with pink rhinestones – a breath of fresh elegance.

Estelle’s dress was specially tailored for her by Magdalen – an off-shoulder style with sheer puff sleeves that

showcased her delicate neck and collarbone, subtly sexy yet pure, a perfect match for her temperament.

When Magdalen finally donned her bridal gown, everyone crowded around, gasping in admiration.

The dress, an off-shoulder mermaid cut, hugged her figure gracefully, the trailing veil adding a touch of timeless

elegance to her radiant beauty.

The gown’s intricate details, like the elaborate embroidery on the hem, featured Magdalen’s favorite tulips stitched

with exquisite precision.

Her natural beauty, enhanced by makeup, was breathtaking in the white bridal gown, each smile and glance

captivating.

Upstairs, the two of them each took turns in the shower before continuing their chat sprawled on the cozy beds.

After a while, Mrs. Sampson knocked on the door and chided, “Time to hit the hay, you don’t want to be applying

makeup over dark circles tomorrow.”

With that, Magdalen playfully pulled Estelle into bed. Mrs. Sampson turned off the light, reminding Magdalen not to

hog the blankets or kick Estelle in her sleep.

Magdalen chuckled, “Oh, don’t worry about it. With Estelle’s ninja moves, do you really think I could steal the covers

from her?”

Mrs. Sampson shot her a look and left, closing the door behind her.

The light from the garden lamps seeped into the room, keeping it from total darkness. Magdalen peeked over the

covers at Estelle, both sharing a mischievous grin.

Perhaps it was the anticipation of the wedding, but Estelle thought Magdalen seemed particularly childlike tonight.

Estelle reached under her pillow for her phone – no message from Jonathan. He’d sent a video that morning, but

had been silent ever since.

Could he make it back for Magdalen’s wedding tomorrow?

After a moment of silence, Magdalen suddenly spoke up, “Estelle, are you asleep?”

Estelle turned to her friend, “Can’t sleep for real?”

Magdalen hugged the comforter, her bare face glowing with a natural allure, “A little.”

Estelle pursed her lips, “Then let’s chat for five more minutes.”

Energized, they nestled under the blankets, whispering in the dark about Morrison, Jonathan, and all the dreams of

their futures, letting the conversation wander wherever it pleased.

As the night deepened, sleep eventually took them.

In the wee hours, Mrs. Sampson came in to see their blankets kicked to the foot of the bed. She tiptoed in, tucking

them in gently. Magdalen was out cold, but Estelle woke at the slightest touch.

Without opening her eyes, Estelle felt Mrs. Sampson adjust her blanket, then sit by Magdalen, watching over her

daughter for a long while.

Come dawn, the Sampson household was already bustling.

The extended family had arrived bright and early, and the kitchen was abuzz with preparations for the wedding

feast – sugar-dusted pastries and celebratory dishes filled the air with their festive aroma.

As the eastern sky began to lighten, Estelle opened her eyes, and so did Magdalen. They gazed at each other in the

dim morning light.

Estelle whispered, “Happy wedding day!”

Magdalen’s eyes sparkled with joy, “Thank you!”

Mrs. Sampson’s gentle voice came through the door, “Magdalen, Ella, time to get up!”

“We’re on it!” responded Magdalen cheerfully.

After freshening up, the maids brought up a wedding breakfast. The makeup artists and other bridesmaids had

already arrived.

Sophia congratulated Magdalen and turned to Estelle with a smile, “I hear Old Mr. Jarvis is coming over, is it true?”

Estelle grinned, “Yes, he’s visiting my mentor first!”

“He’ll be thrilled!”

As the bridesmaids got acquainted with one another, they started getting ready.

Downstairs, guests milled about, admiring the wedding gift that the Sampson family had laid out in the yard – it was

the talk of the morning.

After all, Magdalen had been managing the Sampson affairs, and all future wealth would be hers – the generous

wedding gift was only fitting.

Upstairs, Magdalen was being transformed into a bride. Estelle sat beside her, checking her silent phone while

getting her own makeup done.

The bridesmaids’ dresses, personally selected by Magdalen, were a symphony of silver, with pleated chiffon skirts

and cinched waists, accented with pink rhinestones – a breath of fresh elegance.

Estelle’s dress was specially tailored for her by Magdalen – an off-shoulder style with sheer puff sleeves that

showcased her delicate neck and collarbone, subtly sexy yet pure, a perfect match for her temperament.

When Magdalen finally donned her bridal gown, everyone crowded around, gasping in admiration.

The dress, an off-shoulder mermaid cut, hugged her figure gracefully, the trailing veil adding a touch of timeless

elegance to her radiant beauty.

The gown’s intricate details, like the elaborate embroidery on the hem, featured Magdalen’s favorite tulips stitched

with exquisite precision.

Her natural beauty, enhanced by makeup, was breathtaking in the white bridal gown, each smile and glance

captivating.