Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1849: Countdown To The Wedding

Chapter 1849: Countdown to the Wedding

To give away such a valuable item so casually, gifts could be given, couldn't they? Why insist on giving this bracelet with special significance?

She truly loved Bertie, with a kind of adoration and admiration typical of someone in love. The girl accepted the bracelet, and Catherine stood up to help her put it on. After chatting for a while, she saw the young couple off to the door. Monica and Tristan bid her goodbye, "Please stay, Your Highness. Good night."

"Good night."

Watching their figures disappear into the night, Julie could no longer hold back. She lowered her voice with a hint of urgency, "Your Highness, the bracelet was clearly not bought, it was a memento from your mother when you got married. How could such an important thing be given to someone else?"

"Because she's important," was Catherine's response. "She's not short of money either. It's meaningless to give something she could buy. I'm giving her the most precious thing I have. It's my way of showing her how much she means to me."

"..." Julie was speechless. "But she doesn't even know!"

"Somedayshe will know. She has good taste."

Julie really couldn't understand. The Princess's position was very stable, so why would she try to please a newly recognized princess? However, Catherine could see that Annie held the most important place in Bertie's heart. Not only Catherine, but in just two days, Annie had received all

sorts of gifts from various people within the royal family. She couldn't remember who had given her what, but they were all from members of the royal family.

The next morning, Monica exercised aerobically in the courtyard. The front yard of the castle was large, with lush trees that were hundreds of years old. The beautiful morning light filtered through the leaves, dappling her with its radiance. The air was filled with the sounds of insects and birds, carrying the fragrance of the earth.

She turned around inadvertently and saw Julie walking towards her, alone. Monica met her gaze, realizing that Julie had come to find her. She turned to face her directly, meeting her eyes as Julie approached.

"Good morning, Princess Annie."

"Good morning, Captain."

Julie's gaze lingered for a long time on the bracelet on the girl's wrist. Monica followed her gaze to her own wrist, then raised her hand to gently stroke the bracelet. "Do you have something you want to tell me?" she asked.

Julie looked up, locking eyes with the girl, and spoke softly, "Princess, this bracelet cannot be bought. It's an heirloom from the Queen Mother to the Princess." Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Ah?" Monica was shocked and quickly moved to take it off.

Julie stopped her, "That's not what I mean, Princess. I came here today just to tell you this fact, to make you understand the Princess's intentions."

Their gazes met, and Julie grasped her wrist, adding, "I came here today on my own initiative. The Princess is unaware. As her confidante, after listening to her explanation last night, I wanted to come and tell you, hoping you would understand my feelings."

Monica understood. Julie wanted to convey the Princess's sentiments to her, not to reclaim the bracelet. The girl was filled with gratitude, realizing she should give something back to Catherine.

Julie didn't stay long. After saying what she had to, she left. The royal family was particularly lively these days, with the wedding preparations proceeding in an orderly manner.

Three days later, King Louis and his commoner wife, Miss Claire, held their dreamlike wedding at the castle, broadcasted live and celebrated throughout the country. The day before, Albert and Violet were brought over, and Finnley came with Mya. Before coming, Mya had undergone a full- body check-up, and the doctor said her condition was stable and wouldn't relapse for the time being. Jennifer and Ivan also accompanied them.

This royal wedding was particularly grand, after all, the groom was the wealthiest king in the world.