Chapter 260

The creator of the theatrical world may be the “King of Drama,” but the over three thousand souls that make up the theatrical world are its true “Sovereigns.”

Thus, when more than seventy percent of these “Sovereigns” had chosen sides and begun cheering for “Mr. Joseph,” no matter how hard the “King of Drama” fought back, the direction of *Twelve Days Together* still uncontrollably underwent a huge change.

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“Agatha, you look absolutely stunning today.”

Looking at her daughter sitting in front of the vanity mirror with her head slightly bowed, wearing an elegant white custom-made wedding gown, the middle-aged noblewoman beside Agatha couldn’t help but sincerely praise her: “You’ve always been beautiful since childhood, but now dressed in this wedding dress, you truly resemble a princess straight out of a fairy tale. The entire kingdom probably can’t find anyone more beautiful than you.”

Perhaps most of the compliments from the middle-aged noblewoman stemmed from her bias towards her own daughter, but even if one were to nitpick, the praise wouldn’t seem excessive.

Compared to the lively and energetic waitress at the dock tavern who seemed to have endless energy, Agatha in her pure white wedding dress was genuinely mesmerizing.

For other women, the bright white wedding dress might make their skin appear dull and would require whitening powder to pull off, but on her, it served as the perfect accentuation.

The small patches of skin revealed at the elbows and shoulder neck area of the wedding dress appeared smooth and fair, akin to a corner of jade peeking through the white veil, subtly exuding a visible smoothness and luster.

The white veil tailored to fit snugly outlined the unforgettable curves of her body, neither too voluptuous nor lacking grace, complemented by her naturally charming face with minimal makeup, making her look like a blooming white rose. Her high and pure color carried a concentrated fragrance that made people involuntarily drown in it.

The only regret was that this intoxicating white rose wasn’t blossoming brilliantly at the moment. Those once bright and spirited eyes seemed somewhat dimmer due to the absence of someone’s reflection.

“Mother…”

After gently biting her lips coated with light pink lipstick, Agatha asked with a lost expression:

“Do you remember when you told me as a child that you chose father not because he had the best family background or the most potential, but because of love?

Since you did that back then, even going so far as to quarrel with grandfather just to marry father and not returning to grandfather’s house until I was six years old, why do you interfere with my marriage now and force me to marry someone I don’t love?”

“I… sigh… It’s precisely because I went through all this that I don’t want you to endure the same hardships as I did back then…”

Hearing Agatha’s question, the middle-aged noblewoman couldn’t help but sigh, then pulled her heartbroken daughter into her arms and said softly with a complicated expression:

“Marriage out of love is good, but how long will your love last? Five years? Seven years? Ten years? Although this time seems long, compared to a lifetime, it’s too short.

Even the most beautiful love is just like fireworks. Once the initial passion fades, both of you grow old, losing your youth, relying on fading love alone won’t sustain a family.

Your father and I also had many wonderful memories in the past, but over time, issues obscured by love—views, family, social circles, geography—all gradually surfaced, leading to endless arguments and… never mind, today is your big day, let’s not talk about this.”

She shook her head slightly after stopping her narrative, gently grabbed her daughter’s shoulders, and looked into her confused eyes tenderly: “Agatha, mom won’t harm you. If you really can’t accept or understand these words, then choose to temporarily trust mom and let time give you the answer, okay?”

“Okay?”

“I… I’ll think about it some more…”

“Alright, then think about it first.”

Looking at her still stubborn daughter, the middle-aged noblewoman couldn’t help but shake her head again, then stood up and supported her daughter’s arm, saying with a pained yet firm tone: “But no matter what you think, since we’re already here, the wedding must proceed.

Dear daughter, the husband your father and I have chosen for you is the second son of a large noble family in another county. Though he doesn’t have the right to inherit a title, his life will be wealthy and stable without issue.

Your father and I have thoroughly inquired about him; he is not only handsome but also of excellent character, with no known bad habits. Moreover, he shares your interests in astronomy and art, excelling in painting and composing music, and has deep knowledge of constellations. You two will surely get along well.”

“Maybe…”

Hearing her mother’s words, Agatha couldn’t help but press her lips together.

If it were twelve days ago, the marriage candidate her mother had selected would indeed suit her perfectly, even sharing the hobby of liking stars. But now…

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Lowering her head and looking at the tiny diamonds embroidered on her arm veil, which resembled scattered stars, Agatha’s mind didn’t drift to the enchanting starry sky over the Ankara beach at night, but instead recalled a figure walking toward her under a sky full of fireworks, with the galaxy reflected in his eyes…

“…”

Mother, even though fireworks are fleeting, the moment they light up the sky, they shine brighter than all the stars combined. After seeing such dazzling fireworks, my eyes can no longer accommodate any other light.

Realizing what she truly wanted, Agatha couldn’t help but bite her lips and glanced toward the door of the dressing room. Two towering guards, whose heads reached higher than the doorframe, stood guard outside, unmoving. They hadn’t relaxed their vigilance over the entrance even during her conversation with her mother.

How am I supposed to escape?

Looking at those muscle-bound guards resembling bears, recalling her several failed escape attempts, Agatha couldn’t help but grit her teeth in annoyance. But there was nothing she could do against these two bears, so she placed her final hope on her lover.

Mr. Leon… you must discover this and hurry here, or I’ll be forced to marry… um? Who is Mr. Leon?” “Agatha, it’s time for us to go.”

Just as the Princess-acted Agatha was startled by the sudden appearance of a name, the middle-aged noblewoman glanced at the clock in the dressing room, stood up, and held her daughter’s arm, smiling: “Come on, I already hear the master of ceremonies calling your name. Agatha, today, you will undoubtedly be the most beautiful bride in the entire kingdom.”

(End of Chapter)