Chapter 1836


    Upstairs, the two of them each took turns in the shower before continuing their chat sprawled on the


    cozy beds.


    After a while, Mrs. Sampson knocked on the door and chided, "Time to hit the hay, you don''t want to be


    applying makeup over dark circles tomorrow."


    With that, Magdalen yfully pulled Estelle into bed. Mrs. Sampson turned off the light, reminding


    Magdalen not to hog the nkets or kick Estelle in her sleep.


    Magdalen chuckled, "Oh, don’t worry about it. With Estelle''s ninja moves, do you really think I could


    steal the covers from her?"


    Mrs. Sampson shot her a look and left, closing the door behind her.


    The light from the gardenmps seeped into the room, keeping it from total darkness. Magdalen


    peeked over the covers at Estelle, both sharing a mischievous grin.


    Perhaps it was the anticipation of the wedding, but Estelle thought Magdalen seemed particrly


    childlike tonight.


    Estelle reached under her pillow for her phone – no message from Jonathan. He''d sent a video that


    morning, but had been silent ever since.


    Could he make it back for Magdalen''s wedding tomorrow?


    After a moment of silence, Magdalen suddenly spoke up, "Estelle, are you asleep?"


    Estelle turned to her friend, "Can''t sleep for real?"


    Magdalen hugged theforter, her bare face glowing with a natural allure, "A little."


    Estelle pursed her lips, "Then let''s chat for five more minutes."


    Energized, they nestled under the nkets, whispering in the dark about Morrison, Jonathan, and all


    the dreams of their futures, letting the conversation wander wherever it pleased.


    As the night deepened, sleep eventually took them.


    In the wee hours, Mrs. Sampson came in to see their nkets kicked to the foot of the bed. She tiptoed


    in, tucking them in gently. Magdalen was out cold, but Estelle woke at the slightest touch.


    Without opening her eyes, Estelle felt Mrs. Sampson adjust her nket, then sit by Magdalen, watching


    over her daughter for a long while.


    Come dawn, the Sampson household was already bustling.


    The extended family had arrived bright and early, and the kitchen was abuzz with preparations for the


    wedding feast – sugar-dusted pastries and celebratory dishes filled the air with their festive aroma.


    As the eastern sky began to lighten, Estelle opened her eyes, and so did Magdalen. They gazed at


    each other in the dim morning light.


    Estelle whispered, "Happy wedding day!"


    Magdalen''s eyes sparkled with joy, "Thank you!"


    Mrs. Sampson''s gentle voice came through the door, "Magdalen, E, time to get up!"


    "We''re on it!" responded Magdalen cheerfully.


    After freshening up, the maids brought up a wedding breakfast. The makeup artists and other


    bridesmaids had already arrived.


    Sophia congratted Magdalen and turned to Estelle with a smile, "I hear Old Mr. Jarvis ising


    over, is it true?"


    Estelle grinned, "Yes, he''s visiting my mentor first!"


    "He''ll be thrilled!"


    As the bridesmaids got acquainted with one another, they started getting ready.


    Downstairs, guests milled about, admiring the wedding gift that the Sampson family hadid out in the


    yard – it was the talk of the morning.


    After all, Magdalen had been managing the Sampson affairs, and all future wealth would be hers – the


    generous wedding gift was only fitting.


    Upstairs, Magdalen was being transformed into a bride. Estelle sat beside her, checking her silent


    phone while getting her own makeup done.


    The bridesmaids'' dresses, personally selected by Magdalen, were a symphony of silver, with pleated


    chiffon skirts and cinched waists, ented with pink rhinestones – a breath of fresh elegance.


    Estelle''s dress was specially tailored for her by Magdalen – an off-shoulder style with sheer puff


    sleeves that showcased her delicate neck and corbone, subtly sexy yet pure, a perfect match for her


    temperament.


    When Magdalen finally donned her bridal gown, everyone crowded around, gasping in admiration.


    The dress, an off-shoulder mermaid cut, hugged her figure gracefully, the trailing veil adding a touch of


    timeless elegance to her radiant beauty.


    The gown''s intricate details, like the borate embroidery on the hem, featured Magdalen''s favorite


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    tulips stitched with exquisite precision.


    Her natural beauty, enhanced by makeup, was breathtaking in the white bridal gown, each smile and


    nce captivating.