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Abigail shook her head and pushed the package into the house. She pulled out two invitations a moment later, handing one
to Marcus. “Tomorrow is the Envision Group’s anniversary celebration. Mr. Fitzgerald, may I have the honor of inviting you to be my date?”
Abigail’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and her soft, playful tone made it impossible to refuse.
Marcus‘ heart wavered for a moment. But he sighed and said, “The company has an important signing ceremony tomorrow morning, and I need to preside over it. I might not be able to accompany you to the event.”
“Not even for the whole day?” Abigail’s tone carried a hint of disappointment. The celebration would last all day, and she had hoped to introduce Marcus to her friends.
After a brief pause, Marcus said, “It’ll be done by 10:30. I can join you after that.“.
Abigail didn’t seem to mind and smiled, “That’s fine. As long as you can make it, this invitation is yours.”
Marcus accepted the invitation and added, “I’ve arranged for a stylist to come over tomorrow to help you get ready.” He might have missed gifting her the gown, but he could still hire a stylist.
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“Alright.” Abigail didn’t decline. She returned to her room, took the gown out of the box, hung it up, and glanced at the clock on
the wall.
It was 9:28 PM, and Abigail decided it was time for her beauty sleep. Her gaze fell on the large bed behind her. She thought, “Last night, Marcus and I nearly crossed a line on that bed, and he ended up sleeping here. Tonight…”
The vivid memory of those moments flashed through Abigail’s mind, making her feel hot all over. Even her ears turned red.
But Abigail was slowly coming to terms with the fact that she was married now. With a deep breath, she calmed herself, then walked out of the room and asked Marcus, “Do you want to shower first?”
Abigail thought she had hidden her nerves well, but her reddened ears and slightly shaky voice betrayed her.
Marcus caught every detail. While Abigail’s change surprised and delighted him, he didn’t want to push her too hard. There was no need to rush. He wanted her to feel comfortable every step of the way.
“You go ahead,” Marcus said with a gentle smile. “Rest well tonight. I still have work to finish and might be up late.”
In other words, nothing was going to happen tonight.
Even though Abigail thought she was prepared, she still let out a small sigh of relief at Marcus‘ words. “Alright, but don’t stay up
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too late. Take care of yourself,” she said softly.
Marcus chuckled and agreed.
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The Envision Group’s anniversary celebration fell on a Saturday, so Abigail had the luxury of sleeping in until ten. By the time she woke up, Marcus had already left for work.
Not long after Abigail got out of bed, the stylist Marcus had arranged for arrived.
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Meanwhile, the anniversary celebration at the Nightfall Mansion was already in full swing, welcoming its first wave of guests.
The Nightfall Mansion was owned by the Harrison family.
The grand gates opened to reveal a luxurious mansion. The foyer was lit by warm chandeliers, their intricate designs casting soft patterns on the walls.
Soft carpets covered the floors, and vintage paintings hung on the high walls. The interior exuded luxury, showcasing the owners‘ wealth and status.
Starting at ten in the morning, luxury cars worth tens of millions began pulling up in front of the Nightfall Mansion one after
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The guests stepping out were all prominent figures from Claudia’s elite circles.
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Rumors spread that Marcus Fitzgerald would also attend. Just hearing his name made the media frenzy, with reporters rushing to the villa. An exclusive interview with the elusive Mr. Fitzgerald could launch their careers to new heights.
Among the early arrivals was James, who came with Caroline and Natalia.
Watching people being turned away for lack of invitations, James couldn’t hide his smugness. He looked at Caroline with pride, showering her with compliments. “Getting an invitation to this event is no easy feat, yet you managed to get three. Now that is impressive!”
Caroline smiled awkwardly, her palms sweating with guilt. After all, her invitations weren’t earned. They were purchased. She couldn’t help worrying that someone would notice.
As they moved closer, Caroline discreetly compared her invitations to the ones held by other guests. When she saw they looked similar, she breathed a sigh of relief.
