In the Owain family mansion
Christabel rubbed on the hem of her shirt as she waited for Maxson to come home. Grace noticed her being nervous and couldn’t help but hide a chuckle. She remembered when she was in Christabel’s position too. Alas, it is a rite of passage every spouse-to-be of an Owain family member has to go through. If she was to be honest, Grace is enjoying every bit of Christabel’s nervousness - it feels great when she’s past that and now sitting in the family home as an elder.
The glow of car headlights permeated through the living room windows, drawing Christabel's attention. She quickly rose from her seat, briskly moving towards the front door. Mr. Winston, the ever-attentive butler, had already swung the door open, prepared to welcome the Young Master home.
The moment
