Celia quickly stepped away from her own door, retreating back to her bed. Lying down, she shut her eyes, but her face had turned pale.
For a brief moment, she couldn’t help but find herself both pathetic and laughable.
“Celia Quinn, what are you even thinking?” she whispered bitterly.
When she had seen Lucas’ panicked expression earlier, an absurd thought had flashed through her mind—that maybe, just maybe, those love letters were written for her.
But now, after hearing his conversation with Yvonne, she knew just how ridiculous that idea had been.
By the time the countdown reached three days, it was Yvonne’s birthday.
Lucas spared no expense, throwing an extravagant party in her honor. The guest list was long, filled with prominent figures, because this celebration wasn’t just about Yvonne’s birthday.
During the evening, Lucas made another major announcement:
In the near future, he and Yvonne would be hosting their engagement party.
As the crowd swarmed forward with congratulations, Celia stood frozen for a moment, stunned. Did he truly care for Yvonne this much?
In just three short months, he had already decided to marry her.
She let out a bitter laugh, glancing down at the gift in her hands. What she had originally planned as a parting gift for Lucas had, unexpectedly, turned into a congratulatory present for his engagement.
As the line of well-wishers thinned, Celia finally stepped forward, holding the small package out to him. She had resolved long ago to wish him happiness, no matter who he chose to be with.
But now, standing here, forcing those words out felt far more painful than she had imagined.
“Uncle,” she began, her voice low and strained, “congratulations on your engagement… I hope you’ll have a long and happy life together.”
