Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 828:

Allan nodded, his tone calm but firm.

“You’re seeing it right.”

Lizzie, her thoughts racing, grabbed Allan’s arm, her voice laced with a mix of disbelief and panic.

“Mom’s been setting me up on dates and even told me I need to settle down. Are you two in on this together? Planning everything without telling me, even choosing a groom to force me into marriage?”

Fear swept over Lizzie, and instinctively, she took a step back, her mind spinning with anxiety.

A chuckle escaped Allan as he watched her dramatic display.

“Surely you know neither Mom nor I would subject you to such schemes,” he reassured.

Lizzie exhaled sharply, pressing a hand to her heart.

“Thank goodness,” she murmured, the tension visibly draining from her shoulders. Then realization dawned, her eyes narrowing with sudden suspicion.

“If not me… then this must be for you?” Her voice rose an octave as the implication struck her. “You’re getting married?”

Allan met her astonished gaze with a steady nod.

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“Indeed.”

“To Rachel?” Lizzie asked, her voice rising in disbelief.

“Yes,” Allan affirmed, his tone calm.

Lizzie began pacing around him like a detective inspecting a suspect, her mind racing.

“This is so sudden,” she blurted. “Is Rachel expecting? Is that why the wedding has to happen so quickly?”noveldrama

Allan sighed, reaching out to gently tousle her hair.

“What are you imagining now?”

“My reasoning is sound,” Lizzie said, a confident smile tugging at her lips as she shrugged, feeling certain of her choice.

“Let’s head inside,” Allan replied, gesturing toward the door with a purposeful glance. “I asked you here to help me make some decisions.”

Lizzie’s face lit up with genuine delight.

“Nothing would please me more than assisting with such important preparations!” she beamed.

Their first task was selecting the perfect rings. The store was a treasure trove of beautiful choices, each piece more breathtaking than the next. Lizzie was quick to pick a few options that caught her eye, her fingers grazing the smooth surfaces as she considered each one carefully. She then reached for her phone, intent on capturing the moment with a few photos.

But Allan stopped her gently, his hand hovering near hers.

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