Chapter 663: Fireworks and Stars

Although the creator of the theatrical world is the 【King of Theater】, the three thousand-plus souls that compose the theatrical world are the true "masters" of it.

Therefore, once over seventy percent of the "masters" had chosen their sides and began to cheer for "Mr. Joseph," no matter how desperately the 【King of Theater】 struggled, the trajectory of the entire *Twelve Days of Wandering* still uncontrollably underwent a massive change.

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"Agatha, you are truly beautiful today."

Looking at her daughter, who sat before the vanity mirror with her head slightly bowed, wearing a custom-made white wedding dress, the elegant and noble middle-aged lady beside Agatha could not help but praise her from the bottom of her heart:

"You have always been beautiful since you were little. Now that you are wearing this wedding dress, you are simply like a princess who has walked out of a fairy tale. I fear the entire Wang Gong cannot find anyone more beautiful than you."

Perhaps the middle-aged lady's praise stemmed more from her partiality toward her own daughter, but even if one were to be pedantic about it, this praise would still not seem excessive.

Compared to the lively and enthusiastic waitress at the pier tavern who seemed to have endless energy, Agatha, now in a pure white wedding dress, was truly so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

For other women, a bright white wedding dress would make their skin look dull, requiring the application of whitening powder to pull it off; yet, when it fell upon her, it became the perfect foil.

The small patches of skin exposed at the elbows and shoulders of the dress appeared smooth and fair, like a piece of fine jade revealed from behind white gauze, faintly exuding a visible smoothness and luster.

The relatively form-fitting white gauze outlined this unforgettable, beautiful body, creating plump yet slender curves. Paired with a face that was already exceptionally bright and moving with only a light touch of makeup, she was truly like a white rose in full bloom—within that noble and pure color, there was an intense fragrance that made one involuntarily intoxicated.

The only regret was that this intoxicating white rose was not blooming brilliantly at this moment; those eyes, once bright and spirited, seemed slightly dim, perhaps because they lacked the reflection of certain people.

"Mother..."

After gently biting her lip, which was painted with light pink lipstick, Agatha asked softly, her eyes full of confusion:

"I remember when I was little, you told me that you chose Father from among many suitors, not because his family background was the best, nor because his potential was the most outstanding, but because of love.

Since you did that back then, even falling out with Grandfather to marry Father, and not returning to Grandfather's house until I was six, why are you interfering with my marriage now, forcing me to marry someone I don't love?"

"I... sigh... it is precisely because I have experienced all of this that I do not wish for you to suffer the same hardships I did back then..."

Upon hearing Agatha's question, the middle-aged lady could not help but sigh. She then reached out and pulled her daughter, who looked heartbreakingly lost, into her arms, saying softly with a complex expression:

"Marrying for love is certainly good, but how long can your love last? Five years? Seven years? Ten years? While this time is long, it is far too short compared to a person's entire life.

No matter how beautiful love is, it is merely a firework. Once the initial passion fades and both of you grow old, with youth gone, a family cannot be sustained by faded love alone.

Your father and I also had many beautiful times in the past, but as time went on, issues regarding values, family, social circles, and geography—problems that had been obscured by love—began to surface one after another. What followed was endless arguing and... forget it, today is your big day, let's not talk about this."

After shaking her head slightly, the middle-aged lady stopped speaking. She gently gripped her daughter's shoulders, looked into her confused eyes, and said softly:

"Agatha, Mother would never harm you. If you truly cannot accept or understand these words, then choose to trust Mother for now and let time give you the answer in the end, okay?" "..."

"Okay?"

"I... I need to think about it some more..."

"Fine, then think about it for now."

Looking at her daughter, who remained stubborn, the middle-aged lady could not help but shake her head. She then stood up, took her daughter's arm, and said with a pained yet firm tone:

"However, no matter how you think about it, since we have already reached this point, the wedding must go on.

My dear daughter, the husband your father and I have chosen for you is the second son of a great noble family in the outer counties. Although that child does not have the right to inherit a title, there will be no problem with him living a wealthy and stable life.

Your father and I have already had people inquire carefully; he is not only handsome in appearance, but his character is also very reliable. We have heard of no bad habits, and like you, he enjoys astronomy and art. His level of painting and composing is very high, and he has deep research into astrology. You will surely get along very well."

"Perhaps..."

Hearing her mother's words, Agatha could not help but purse her lips.

If it were twelve days ago, this marriage candidate chosen by her mother would indeed have been very much to her liking, even matching her hobby of liking stars. But now...

Looking down at the tiny, fragmented diamonds adorning her arm gauze, which looked like stars, Agatha's mind did not think of the intoxicating starry sky of Ankara Beach at night. Instead, she thought of a figure who walked toward her under the fireworks filling the sky, his eyes reflecting a galaxy...

"..."

Mother, even if fireworks are truly fleeting, the moment he appeared in the sky, he was brighter than all the stars in the sky combined. And after having seen such brilliant fireworks, my eyes can no longer hold any other light.

Understanding what she truly wanted, Agatha could not help but bite her lip and glance outside the dressing room. Two strong men, their heads taller than the door frame, were guarding the outside without leaving their posts. Even when she was talking with her mother, they had not relaxed their control over the doorway.

How could she escape?

Looking at the two guards whose muscles bulged like bears, and recalling her several failed escape attempts, Agatha could not help but bite her lip in annoyance. But having no way to deal with these two bears, she could only pin her final hope on her lover.

Mr. Leon... you must discover this and rush over. Otherwise, I will be forced to marry... Hmm? Who is Mr. Leon?

"Agatha, we should go."

Just as Agatha, played by the Princess, felt bewildered by a name that had suddenly popped up, the middle-aged lady glanced at the clock in the dressing room, stood up, took her daughter's arm, and said with a smile:

"Come, I have already heard the officiant starting to call your name. Agatha, today, you will surely be the most beautiful bride in the entire Wang Gong."

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