At Ciel's mansion, the atmosphere was in a celebratory mood.

There were lovely fragrance sprayed across the whole area of the mansion.

Although out of sight, there was a string quartet playing with a low, steady and reverent sound.

Everything was planned out to be spectacular for her.

Roxanne stood at the edge of the corridor, one hand resting lightly on the swell of her stomach, the other clutching a bouquet of ivory peonies and olive branches.

Her gown shimmered like moonlight, simple silk, no train, no veil.

Just her.

Powerful.

Radiant, and Free.

“I feel like I’m going to drop the rings,” Finn whispered beside her.

She looked down...