Third Person's POV
He kept quiet. Today was Lance's mating ceremony—everything else had to wait.
But Caldwell sighed. What was Priscilla thinking, giving her son's mate's gifts to others?
Would a normal person do that?
He just couldn't see how such a "simple" Priscilla could have a son as wise as Lance.
After chatting with guests, Adelaide returned to their future home with Lance.
As the groom, he couldn't leave yet and had to socialize more.
Adelaide watched him leave, the warmth of his hand seemingly still lingering on hers.
The room was warm, and so was her heart.
Falling for someone was involuntary. No matter how she tried to restrain her feelings, she could only watch helplessly as her heart sank into Lance's gentle eyes.
Ivy came in and told Beata and the others to join the
