Don’t Come to Wendy’s Flower House - Chapter 159(END)

His proposal, which she heard unexpectedly, touched her deeply. She kept blinking, unable to calm down her trembling heart for a while.

Caressing her pretty face with his thumb gently, he waited for her answer. Though he pretended not, he was full of anxiety.

“Do you think Wendy Schroder sounds okay?” She asked in an excited voice. He smiled at that unconsciously. She buried her face in his arms. What did it matter if she was called by any other name?

Wind blew around them, when they were leaning on each other. The branches of the ash tree shook again, and white petals fell as if they were celebrating the beauty of the white bride in advance.

The wedding ceremony was simple. Although it didn’t fit the dignity and fame of Duke Schroder, both of them wanted it. When Emperor Isaac heard of the couple’s marriage, he proposed he would give them a grand wedding, she refused it immediately.

Isaac felt sad, narrowing his eyes, when she asked why the emperor would host such a luxurious wedding. He was sad because her rejection reminded him of his sister’s plain wedding.

“You’re really beautiful!” Melissa said, blotting her eyes with a handkerchief.

Tears kept coming out as she was so moved by Wendy’s wedding.

“I don’t know why I can’t control my tears. I haven’t been able to control my emotions since I got pregnant.” She shed tears, touching her swollen belly.

Wendy thought that Melissa wasn’t very good at controlling her emotions in the past, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she grabbed Melissa’s hands and soothed her.

“Melissa!”

Seeing her crying, Jean Jacques Simuan came quickly to them. He restlessly stroked Melissa’s back. Wendy recalled them dating at her flower shop in the past. Back then, Jean blushed while wiping away the pollen off her nose, and Melissa was shy at his actions. She didn’t know at the time that the innocent couple would get married and have a family before her. Of course, she didn’t have any desire for that.

“Oh, Wendy! No, should I call you Mrs. Schroder now? ”

The emperor jokingly raised one eyebrow and approached her. As she was about to stand up to show manners, he stopped her and said, “I feel still heartbroken as you have a wed in this small garden. I’m willing to let you use even my palace.”

He glanced at the small garden over the balcony.

“Oh, thanks for your kindness, but let me just receive it with my gratitude.”

“If you don’t want it, that’s your choice… Oh, it looks like time is up. I’m going to go play. Try not to tremble when you enter. You are the only bride in the empire who is entering the garden with me playing the violin,” he said, looking at Lard who was walking into the reception room.

The emperor soon took the violin from the servant waiting behind him and moved quickly. Before leaving the reception room, he lifted the bow and smiled at her.

“Are you ready?” Lard reached out to her and asked.

Lightly nodding, she held his hand and stood up. The hem of her white dress gleamed brightly in the sunshine.

Lard looked at the light purple corolla she wore over her head. It was a corolla made of wisteria flowers. The flowers that reflected their memories adorned her hair more beautifully than any fancy tiara.

Soon they began to hear the melody played by the emperor. When the two joined hands and set foot in the garden, every guest got up and applauded. There were familiar knights and the princess couple among the guests. Benfork and his friends were also there. Benfork looked a bit pitiable as he was preparing for the test that allowed commoners like him to become a knight.

“Uh, uh?”

Right at that moment everyone gathered to celebrate their marriage looked up at the sky with a puzzled look. When Sir Dowain opened his palm toward the sky, several falling petals fell on it. Numerous white petals were falling down in the middle of the garden.

Curious where the petals came from, everyone looked around, but they couldn’t find a boy that scattered the petals, or a tree losing its petals to the wind. Wendy unconsciously looked at the ash tree in the middle of the garden, but it stood quiet. Lard, who saw her index finger, cast a glance at her as if to ask about the origin of the petals, she shrugged her shoulders lightly.

The white petals fell in abundance every step they took. Treading on the beautiful petals, she carefully looked at the faces of those who were there to celebrate them.

She felt touched. Soon, she turned her head carefully towards the imperial knight standing next to her. His gray eyes bent warmly at her. He smiled, so did she.

The petals falling with fragrant scent were spectacular, and their wedding ceremony was held beautifully like that in a fairy tale. She didn’t know the origin of the petals that day, but she guessed that it might be the gift of the fairy she had met a long time ago. She always thought that she would thank the fairy if she ever met the fairy again.

‘Juasonette, the power of the index finger you gave me has changed my life!’

However, the true gift given by the fairy might not be the power of her index finger.

Wendy smiled at the imperial knight putting a ring on her finger.

Soon, the two kissed.

Every moment was a gift to her.