Chapter 1229 The Most Special One
Stella rushed over immediately and rescued Hannah from the chaos.
"What on earth is happening here?"
Fannie and Maria looked at Stella as if she were their savior.
"Stella, tell us—if this were your wedding, which style would you choose?"
A fresh round of heated debate about wedding styles erupted once again. Hannah's temples throbbed with mounting frustration.
After listening to their arguments, Stella was utterly speechless. "You were practically ready to tear Hannah in half over this?"
Fannie's expression turned deadly serious. "This is an extremely important matter. How can you be so dismissive?"
Maria nodded vigorously in agreement. "Absolutely! This is the first wedding in our generation of the Langley family. We must get it right."
Stella's mouth twitched as she muttered awkwardly, "I never realized Maria could be so... passionate about something like this, considering how proper she usually is."
Fannie burst into delighted laughter, clutching her stomach. "Proper? Oh, that's perfect! She's absolutely the picture of propriety!"
Maria's face darkened instantly, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Stella.
Realizing her mistake, Stella quickly apologized. "Maria, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it—the words just slipped out!"
But it was true. Maria was just like Charles—reserved, methodical, and completely hopeless with the opposite sex. She was the very definition of propriety, like something out of a period drama. Unfortunately, Stella had just voiced her private thoughts aloud.
Fannie crossed her arms smugly. "Well, if it 'slipped out,' that means it's what you really think! You genuinely see Maria as overly proper."
Stella watched helplessly as the situation spiraled further out of control. What should have been a joyous occasion was turning into a battlefield.
Sensing the tension, Stella quickly intervened. "Actually, every wedding style has its own charm! Since we're having a church ceremony with a minister, why don't we go with the wedding dress?"
Maria's expression grew even more thunderous. If looks could kill, Stella would have been six feet under.
Fannie, finally having someone on her side, was practically glowing with triumph. "See, Maria? I was right all along."
"Fannie!" Maria hissed through gritted teeth.
Maria was practically steaming with rage. Stella was convinced that if she didn't do something quickly, she'd be thrown out of the house before dinner.
"What if Hannah wears the wedding dress for the ceremony, then changes into Maria's preferred style for the reception? That way, you both get what you want!"
But Maria wasn't backing down. "Why can't she wear my choice for the ceremony and change into the wedding dress for the reception?"
Stella fell silent, experiencing Maria's formidable personality for the first time.
Her mouth twitched again. "Maria, when have you ever seen a bride serve drinks in a wedding dress? All those layers and the train would be impossible to manage—especially with Hannah being pregnant. What if she trips and something happens to the baby?"
The mention of the unborn child immediately silenced Maria.
To smooth things over further, Stella continued, "Besides, Charles can have the wedding dress ceremony, and when Randy gets married, we can use your preferred style. One brother, one style—it's perfect!"
This reasoning finally broke through Maria's resistance. Combined with her concern for Hannah's pregnancy, she reluctantly conceded. "I suppose... that makes sense. Fine, we'll do it that way."
She quickly added a warning for Fannie. "But when Randy's wedding comes around, don't you dare interfere. We're using my style, no arguments."
Having already won this round, Fannie was gracious in victory, linking arms with Stella. "Not bad—you think pretty quickly on your feet."
Basking in the praise, Stella lifted her chin proudly. "Of course! I've always been clever."
And so the wedding style was settled. However, no sooner had this issue been resolved than Fannie and Maria found something else to argue about.
Stella was at a loss for words. Hannah immediately pulled her aside, seeking refuge at a safe distance.
"Have they been like this the entire time?" Stella asked in disbelief.
Hannah sighed deeply. "Ever since wedding planning began!"
Stella was speechless.
Hannah looked relieved. "You have no idea how lonely it's been. Everyone's so busy with wedding preparations that no one has time to talk to me, and I can't wander around on my own. I was going stir-crazy until you arrived!"
Stella draped an arm around Hannah's shoulders, resting her head against her friend's. "Don't worry—I'll stick by your side for the next few days."
Glancing around the house carefully and noticing Randy's absence, she asked, "Where's Randy? Is he busy too?"
Hannah craned her neck, scanning the room. "He went out with Charles to oversee the wedding venue setup. But it's past dinner time—they should be back soon."
As if summoned by her words, two tall figures walked through the door side by side. They were identical in height and features, even sporting the same hairstyle. The only differences were their clothing—one wore a pristine white custom-tailored shirt with black trousers, while the other was dressed in casual white—and their auras. One radiated sharp intensity, the other gentle warmth.
Stella could distinguish between them instantly. Without hesitation, she sprang to her feet and ran to the casually dressed twin, linking her arm through his with infectious enthusiasm, as if their previous conflicts had never existed.
"Randy."
Randy gently stroked her hair with the tenderness one might show a beloved pet, his eyes soft with affection.
"When did you arrive?"
Stella beamed. "Just now! Mom and Dad went to check into the hotel first, but I missed you too much to wait."
Her bold declaration of longing deepened Randy's smile, his gaze growing even more tender as he guided her toward the house.
"Have you had dinner?"
Stella shook her head emphatically. "Not yet!"
"I'll have the kitchen prepare something. By the time your parents arrive, everything will be ready."
"Perfect! I want all my favorite dishes."
She rattled off an extensive list of her preferred foods. Randy relayed every single item to Kaylee, the cook.
Kaylee smiled warmly. "Miss Reed, you're here! Mr. Randy Langley knew you were coming today and had me buy ingredients—they match your requests exactly! He truly knows you better than anyone."
Stella nestled her head against Randy's arm, grinning. "Of course! Randy always takes such good care of me."
"Mr. Randy Langley takes good care of everyone," Kaylee remarked casually.
Stella's expression shifted immediately. "Randy is kind to everyone, but he's best to me!"
She needed to be the most special, most important person in Randy's world. There was no room for negotiation on this point—it simply had to be true.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
