Back to the Engagement Feast, I Chose His Uncle

r's eyes s

ht, stabbing straight into her pupils. For a second, the world

spilled over the rim, soaking into the silk of her custom gown. The fre

y sharpened into the elegant

s if she had just been pulled from deep wate

ored tuxedos. Waiter

e ballroom i

her life ended in

ed at the cent

ssmen. He wore a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. When he caug

of a man who beli

urned. Acid burn

The psychological torture. The suffocating marriage

into the thick wool rug. The dull so

her pale face a

r iced water? Or should I show

Her fingernails dug into her pal

aced the half-empty champ

om, a sharp tapping sound

family, stood on the temporary stage. He t

the room. Within seconds,

d gentlemen. Thank you for joining us tonight. I

his chin. He took two slow steps towa

, Harry's mother. Her eyes swept over

ned toward th

e history with us. We have always looked a

reathing

es disappeared, repl

e announced, "I have decided to give Ciel's hand i

filled th

ward Ciel. Some were jea

lm up, waiting for her to walk in

plause

stood

licked his fingers impatiently,

and gathered the f

d not walk

straight to the empty

ted uneasily. T

he leaned forward, her ey

ignor

spine and looked di

care over the years," Ciel said clearly. "But I wi