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“It’s not hard for him to find someone, but he’s looking for the one he can spend his life with. I think we should let fate handle it.”
Taking Andrew’s hand in hers, Isabella gave it a gentle shake and softly added, “Just like it did for us.”
Their eyes met, filled with warmth and affection. Without another word, they continued their walk by the river.
The next morning, at the Riggs Group headquarters, Docie sat at her desk, her chin resting on her hand, as she replayed the memory of Dane rescuing her the previous night and escorting her home.
She opened WhatsApp and spotted Dane’s latest update.
Docie’s long lashes lowered, veiling the emotions swirling in her gaze. “Mr. Patton, thank you for last night. I’d like to treat you to a meal as a token of my appreciation.”
She reread the message she had just sent and stared at her screen, waiting for a response. Dane’s reply came swiftly.
“You don’t need to thank me—thank Susan instead.”
Biting her lip, Docie realized that Dane’s help had been solely because of Susan.
A wave of disappointment washed over her. Meeting Dane had only been possible through Susan, and because of her, Docie never stood a chance.
The two of them were set to marry the following week.
Rising from her chair, Docie tightly gripped her phone, her expression unreadable.
Susan had previously asked her to be a bridesmaid for the wedding, and she had to prepare a gift for the occasion. Docie had been unsure of what to give Susan before, but now she had an idea.
She decided to create a custom perfume for Susan.
Docie headed to the research lab, her recent emotions providing fresh inspiration. She grabbed a pen and carefully listed the necessary perfume ingredients on a sheet of paper.
The week flew by, and in the three days leading up to Susan’s wedding, Isabella remained by her side. On the wedding day, many guests gathered at the venue.
Dane and Susan’s wedding was a grand and elegant affair.
Elaine and Glenn beamed with joy, applauding wholeheartedly as Dane and Susan exchanged their rings.
From below the stage, the guests watched the radiant happiness of the newlyweds. Docie, however, fixed her gaze on Susan’s glowing face, her nails digging into her palms.
The wedding was a lively affair.
That evening, Dane and Susan invited their close friends to an after-party to continue the celebration. During dinner, Waylon used every tactic to get Dane drunk, and Dane, in his celebratory mood, didn’t decline a single drink.
Watching the scene, Docie picked up two wine glasses and walked toward Susan.
“Susan, I’d like to propose a toast. Wishing you and Mr. Patton endless happiness and joy—congratulations on your wedding!”
Since Susan was avoiding alcohol during her pregnancy, her friends refrained from encouraging her to drink. But Docie’s kind words made it hard for her to decline.
Dane was engrossed in conversation with his friends but kept an eye on Susan. Noticing the situation, he stepped in and took one of the glasses from Docie.
“I’ll accept your kind wishes and drink on Susan’s behalf.”
He tipped his head back and drained the glass in one go.
The movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed caught attention, and Docie couldn’t help but stare.
Isabella had been observing Docie since she picked up the glass. She quickly noticed Docie’s lingering, adoring gaze on Dane.
Her expression hardened. She hadn’t anticipated seeing someone develop feelings for a married man, let alone her brother.
While most of the group was focused on Dane, they missed Docie’s gaze entirely. Isabella stepped forward, eyeing Docie, who was still clutching the untouched glass.
“Are you unaware that Susan can’t drink? I have to wonder—was it carelessness or intentional?” Isabella kept her voice low, ensuring only Docie and Susan could hear her.
Docie’s heart raced. She felt as though Isabella had seen right through her. She quickly denied it.
“Miss Patton, I didn’t…”
Isabella wasn’t interested in arguing. She simply warned, “I trust my own eyes. Susan and my brother mean everything to me, and I won’t allow anyone to harm them. Do you understand, Docie?”
It wasn’t usual for Isabella to be this firm, but she recognized Docie’s questionable intentions as a potential threat.
Docie cast a helpless look at Isabella before turning to Susan with a silent plea for understanding.
Susan didn’t fully grasp the implication of Isabella’s words, but she understood the part about the drink. Smiling kindly, she said, “Isabella, I know you’re concerned, but I didn’t drink it—your brother did.”
She remained unaware of the underlying issue. Isabella wanted to point out Docie’s inappropriate intention but lacked concrete proof, knowing Docie would deny it.
Since Susan wasn’t in a position to handle any stress, Isabella chose to let it go. Instead, she shot Docie a sharp warning look, silently urging her to steer clear of Dane from now on.
Isabella’s piercing glare sent a chill down Docie’s spine, leaving her visibly unsettled.
The dinner went on late into the night, and Docie stayed over at the manor. A maid led her to a guest room, which was spacious and fragrant. It was far more luxurious than her rented apartment, and this was merely one of the manor’s regular rooms.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Docie once again felt the stark divide between ordinary people and the wealthy.
Her mind wandered, tempted to imagine what Dane might be doing, but Isabella’s warning loomed like an unmistakable boundary, pulling her back.
Clenching her fists, Docie stood up. She couldn’t risk offending the Patton or Riggs family. If she hoped to maintain her position, she had to bury all her forbidden desires.
She stayed awake late into the night. In the early hours, she slowly sat up in bed once more.
The guest room lights were off, with only a dim bedside lamp casting a faint glow.
As she leaned against the headboard, her mind replayed vivid fragments from the dream she had just experienced.
“Mr. Patton…” Docie whispered.
This wasn’t the first time Dane had appeared in her dreams.
In tonight’s dream, there was a wedding—but this time, she was the bride, beaming at Dane in a stunning gown.
Docie switched on her phone, scrolling to a photo she had saved earlier that day.
The glow of the screen betrayed the longing in her eyes.
The following day, Susan and a maid were in the storeroom, sorting through the wedding gifts from the guests.
Spotting Docie’s custom-made perfume among the gifts, Susan uncapped the bottle and gave it a light spritz.
A sweet aroma filled the air, reminiscent of a sunlit orchard. But moments later, the scent of damp, earthy moss surfaced, overshadowing the initial fragrance and transporting the senses to a shaded, damp corner.
The fragrance was pleasant overall, but its sudden shift puzzled Susan as she studied the delicate green perfume bottle in her hand.
Docie’s gift was handcrafted, yet this perfume deviated greatly from her usual style. Why, Susan wondered, was moss included in the base notes?
Given Docie’s expertise, it was unlikely she’d overlook a better alternative—unless there was something else on her mind.
While Susan might have missed the mark in some areas, perfumery was not one of them. She had inherited her mother’s exceptional talent for the craft.
A perfumer’s inspiration is often tied to their mood, and Susan understood that well.
After a brief moment of contemplation, she sent a message to Docie. “Docie, I’ve tested the perfume you made for me, and there’s a minor issue I’d like to discuss.
The base note would be better with the scent of bamboo. What are your thoughts? I think you would have considered this.”
Docie, who was in the research lab, saw the message. She quickly glanced at the distillation apparatus and tapped her screen a few times. “I didn’t think about that. But I’ll give the improvement you suggested a try.”
Susan stared at Docie’s reply silently. After a pause, she sent another message. “Docie, is there something else on your mind?”
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