His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

When I finally emerged from the dressing room, I noticed Carlos's eyes widen in

surprise. "Wow," he said, his voice almost breathless. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," I replied, feeling a flutter of pride at his compliment. But the lingering doubt gnawed at me. I wasn't sure I could pull off this look at Nathan and Sienna's wedding.

"Everything suits you perfectly; it all belongs to you," he continued, his admiration genuine. "But..." He paused, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "It's missing the most attractive thing."

"What do you mean?" I asked, curiosity piqued.

Carlos turned to the butler, who was standing nearby. "Bring that blue gemstone ring," he instructed. I watched as the butler disappeared into another room and returned moments later, holding a stunning ring. When I saw it, my breath caught in my throat. The blue gemstone sparkled like the ocean under the moonlight, and I recognized it immediately. "Carlos, this is incredible!" I exclaimed, awed by the beauty of the ring. I had seen it in magazines and exhibitions; it was known as one of the world's most famous pieces of jewelry-a perfect blend of the ocean and the moon.

Carlos smiled as he gently placed the ring in my hand. "I hope you have a good time tonight, Doris."

I slipped the ring onto my finger, and it fit perfectly, as if it were made just for me. The weight of the stone felt like a reminder of my intentions, a beacon of both beauty and chaos.

The beautiful design and bright color were stunning, and for the first time, I felt

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ready to face the night ahead.

As I looked back at Carlos, I couldn't shake the thought that he must have known about my plans. Did he have any idea what I was intending to do at the wedding? Yet, he didn't spill the beans on everything.

As I arrived at Nathan's wedding, something felt off. The venue was beautiful, sure, but the decorations were strange. Sunflowers filled every corner-bright, bold, and completely out of place.

Sienna loved roses, always talked about them, and yet here we were, surrounded by my favorite flowers. It didn't make sense, but I tried not to let it get to me as I

walked inside.

The moment I stepped into the hall, I could feel the tension. Conversations seemed to die down as people noticed me. And then, there she was-Sienna.

Standing at the front, looking every bit the bride in her flawless white gown, her makeup perfect, her hair styled to perfection. But her eyes? Her eyes were fixed on me, filled with fury.

Sienna's anger was clear the moment she saw me. Her face tightened as she looked me up and down. I knew what she was feeling-it must have hurt to see me standing there, confident and looking good, while she was the one who looked stunning but was still disfigured.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

She hated that, despite everything, I was beautiful, with a great figure, drawing attention. No matter how much she tried to shine as the bride, my presence seeme to take something away from her. Seeing me reminded her of everything she couldn't control, and it only made her more furious.

Then, out of nowhere, Nathan appeared. His face lit up when he saw me. "Doris," he called, smiling as he walked toward me. Sienna's reaction was immediate. I could practically feel her seething as Nathan left her side without hesitation.

"Hello, Nathan," I said as he reached me. He took my hand, his grip warm and

gentle. Sienna's glare was so intense, I thought she might actually explode, but Nathan didn't seem to care. He was focused on me, his expression calm, as if

nothing was wrong.

"Isn't this place beautiful?" he asked, glancing around at the sunflowers. "I thought you'd like it."

I nodded, my heart beating faster as I realized what he was implying. "Yes, it's lovely," I said, though my mind raced with questions. Why would he choose my favorite flower for Sienna's wedding?

"Let's talk," Nathan said, his voice low, nodding toward the garden outside. Without another word, he led me out of the hall, away from the watchful eyes and the growing tension. The cool air of the garden was a relief, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something big was about to happen.

Once we were alone, Nathan's demeanor shifted. The warmth in his eyes faded, replaced by something more serious. He turned to face me, taking a deep breath. "Doris," he started, "I owe you an apology."

I frowned, unsure of where this was going. "Nathan, you're getting married today. What's going on?"

"I know," he said quickly, "but I've been thinking. I didn't treat you right in the beginning, and I regret that. I was wrong, and I want to make it right."

I stared at him, confused. "Nathan, this doesn't make any sense."

He shook his head, stepping closer. "It does. The wedding, the sunflowers, everything-it was for you. Not Sienna. I've realized that you're the one I should have been with all along."