Chapter 472


    Seraphina hadpletely forgotten her and Leandro’s wedding anniversary, apse which might have


    been a deal-breaker for some. But after reluctantly giving him a present, not only did Leandro get over


    the oversight, he seemed genuinely delighted.


    Two dayster, the painting she had sketched was hanging in Leandro’s home office. It had been years


    since Seraphina had picked up a paintbrush, and her skills were admittedly rusty. Yet there it was, her


    casual doodle, taken seriously enough by him to be disyed on the wall. Seraphina felt embarrassed


    every time she looked at it, and after pestering Leandro for two days to take it down, he remained firm


    in his refusal.


    With no choice but to temporarily let it be, Seraphina decided to bide her time, waiting for an


    opportunity to deal with the offending artwork.


    Before they knew it, Christmas Day arrived, marking not just the holiday but also the wedding date for


    Bowen and Tania. Seraphina’s social circle seemed abuzz with the event; friends were live streaming


    from early morning, so by the time Seraphina and Leandro attended the evening reception, they’d


    already seen the day’s festivities y out online.


    In the evening, the couple set out from their home toward the grand affair. The Martins were marrying


    off their daughter, and the venue was naturally the most upscale hotel ballroom in Sunburst City.


    Over the years, the Martins’ rise to prominence had been meteoric, and the city’s elite were all


    attending. The wedding was a glittering affair, a veritable who’s who of the upper crust.


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    Arriving at the hotel, Seraphina and Leandro found the entrance swarming with reporters eager to snag


    an interview with the megastar Georgina. Knowing when to y it low-key, Georgina had dressed in a


    nude-toned gown and understated makeup, answering questions briefly before making her way inside.


    The reporters, slightly deted by Georgina’s swift exit, turned their attention to Leandro as he stepped


    out of the car. The former hotshot of the Reynolds Group, alongside Seraphina, known for her


    mboyant and stunning fashion sense, were always good for a story.


    However, as Leandro helped Seraphina out of the car, the paparazzi were in for a surprise. Usually,


    Seraphina would be dressed to the nines, stealing the spotlight wherever she went. But today, she was


    bundled up in a dark green coat, with what seemed like a simple ck and white dress underneath.


    Modesty was the order of the day—a stark departure from her usual style.


    Initially, the cameras surged forward, but as the photographers took in her conservative attire, the flurry


    of shes and shutters died down.


    Seraphina, fully aware of the change in atmosphere, nced at the crowd with a yful smile. “Come


    on, you’re not giving me any love here,” she teased. “Just because I’m wearing a coat doesn’t mean


    I’m not worth a shot, right?”


    “Mrs. Reynolds, why so conservative today?” One reporter ventured, engaging her in conversation. “It’s


    not quite your usual style!”


    “Could this be Mr. Reynolds’ influence?” another chimed in.


    “Is it that Mr. Reynolds didn’t want Mrs. Reynolds to dress too provocatively today?”


    Microphones were thrust towards Leandro, and Seraphina stood by, twirling her hair and waiting


    patiently for her husband’s response.


    “I’ve always respected my wife’s freedom to dress as she pleases,” Leandro replied coolly, his gaze


    steady on the cameras. “Besides, I believe my wife is the most beautiful, no matter what she wears.”


    At his words, the reporters couldn’t help but let out a collective cheer. Then they turned back to


    Seraphina. “What do you have to say about Mr. Reynolds’ high praise, Mrs. Reynolds?”


    Seraphina nodded, her smile unwavering. “I think my husband is always right.”