Chapter 663: Fireworks and Stars

Although the creator of the Drama World is the 【Drama King】, the more than three thousand souls composing the Drama World are its true "masters."

Therefore, when over seventy percent of the "masters" had aligned themselves and begun cheering for "Mr. Joseph," no matter how desperately the 【Drama King】 resisted, the entire course of "Twelve Days Together" shifted uncontrollably.

……

"Agatha, you are absolutely beautiful today."

Looking at her daughter, dressed in a custom white wedding gown, head slightly bowed as she sat before the vanity, the elegant middle-aged lady beside her couldn't help but sincerely praise:

"You've always been beautiful since childhood, and now, in this wedding gown, you look like a princess stepped straight out of a fairy tale—there isn't a single person in the entire kingdom more beautiful than you."

Though the middle-aged lady's praise may stem largely from maternal bias, even if one were to scrutinize it closely, it would still not seem excessive.

Compared to the lively, energetic waitress she once was at the dockside tavern, Agatha in her pure white gown was undeniably breathtaking.

The dazzling white gown, which would dull the skin of most women and require whitening powders to wear, became the perfect complement on her.

The small patches of skin exposed at the elbows and neck glowed smooth and fair, like a corner of jade revealed beneath gauzy silk, subtly radiating a visible softness and luster.

The form-fitting silk traced her unforgettable figure into curves both voluptuous and graceful, while her face, lightly powdered and rouged, shone with exceptional radiance—truly like a white rose in full bloom, its noble, pure hue exuding an intoxicating fragrance that drew one in without notice.

The only regret was that this enchanting white rose was not yet fully in bloom; her once bright, spirited eyes now seemed dimmed, as if missing the reflection of someone no longer there.

"Mother..."

After lightly biting her pale pink lipstick-coated lips, Agatha asked softly, her eyes filled with confusion:

"When I was young, you told me you chose Father among many suitors not because he had the best family background or the greatest potential, but because of love.

If you once made that choice—even defying your own father and not returning to his home until I was six—why are you now interfering with my marriage, forcing me to wed a man I don't love?"

"I... sigh... precisely because I went through all that, I don't want you to suffer the same pain I did..."

Hearing Agatha's question, the middle-aged lady sighed, then pulled her bewildered, heart-wrenching daughter into her arms and whispered with a complex expression:

"Marrying for love is wonderful, but how long can your love last? Five years? Seven? Ten? Though long, it is still far too short compared to a lifetime.

No matter how beautiful love may be, it is merely a firework—when the initial passion fades and you both grow old, your youth gone, faded love cannot sustain a family.

Your father and I had many beautiful memories too, but over time, differences in values, family, social circles, geography... all the problems love had blinded us to emerged one by one, followed by endless arguments... enough, today is your day, let's not speak of this."

Shaking her head slightly, the middle-aged lady fell silent, gently grasping her daughter's shoulders and gazing into her confused eyes with a soft voice:

"Agatha, your mother would never harm you. If you truly cannot accept or understand this, then just temporarily trust me—and let time give you the answer, alright?"

"Alright?"

"I... I need to think more..."

"Very well, then think."

Looking at her stubborn daughter, the middle-aged lady shook her head, then rose and took her arm, her eyes filled with pity yet firm:

"But no matter what you think, since you're here now, the wedding must go on.

My dear daughter, the husband your father and I chose for you is the second son of a great noble family from another province. Though he has no right of succession to a title, his life of wealth and stability is assured.

Your father and I have carefully inquired—he is not only handsome, but also of impeccable character, with no known vices. He shares your love of astronomy and art, excels in painting and composition, and has deep knowledge of the stars. You two will surely get along well."

"Perhaps..."

Hearing her mother's words, Agatha bit her lips.

Had this been twelve days ago, this match would have perfectly suited her—even matching her love of stars—but now...

Looking down at the tiny diamonds stitched along her sleeve, each like a star, her mind did not recall the enchanting night sky over Ankara Beach; instead, she remembered a figure walking toward her beneath a sky of fireworks, his eyes reflecting a river of stars...

"..."

Mother, even if fireworks are fleeting, in the moment he appeared in the sky, he outshone all the stars combined—and after seeing such brilliance, my eyes can no longer hold any other light.

Realizing what she truly wanted, Agatha bit her lip and glanced toward the dressing room door. Two towering guards, taller than the doorframe, stood unwaveringly outside, never relaxing their vigil even during her conversation with her mother.

How could she possibly escape?

Looking at the two guards, their muscles bulging like bears, and recalling her failed escape attempts, Agatha clenched her teeth in frustration—but she had no way to deal with these two bears, so she placed her last hope on her beloved.

Mr. Li Ang... you must find me and come quickly, or I'll be forced to marry... hmm? Who is Mr. Li Ang?

"Agatha, we must go."

As the Princess portraying Agatha was startled by the sudden name, the middle-aged lady glanced at the dressing room clock, rose, and took her daughter's arm with a smile:

"Come, the master of ceremonies has already begun calling your name. Agatha, today you will be the most beautiful bride in the entire kingdom."

(End of Chapter)