Alpha’s Rejected Mate Returns as Queen - Chapter 292

292 Good Things Come In Pairs

Selma Payne’s POV:

So, I suggested, “Why don’t we set it for August? It can also be held with my coronation ceremony, wearing a crown in the day and a wedding dress at night. How perfect!”

Actually, I was joking, but I didn’t expect my parents to agree so readily. They didn’t think it was a joke at all.

“To be crowned as the heir under the sun and to be the bride under the moonlight. Oh my god, this is so romantic.” My mother clutched her chest, her face red. “I can’t wait to be seated in the front row of the audience!”

My father actually allowed my mother to ‘let her imagination run wild’, not echoing his opinion.

“Wait,” I stopped them immediately. “Wait, I was just joking.

“I know, but that doesn’t stop it from being a great idea, does it?” my mother said.

Of course not!

…..
“But there’s only one month until your coronation ceremony in August!”

“So what?”

“A month is not enough to prepare anything! Didn’t you say that the gowns and decorations would take at least half a year to be ordered?”

My mother had a ‘how could my daughter be so ignorant and so sad’ expression on her face. “Half a year is just for show, just like those gorgeous dresses and luxurious decorations, they are just tools to highlight the identity of the royal family. If there are at least five experienced designers and twenty skilled tailors in charge of a piece of clothing, it can be completed in three hours, let alone thirty days.”

It was interesting that I still feel like a country bumpkin in my fifth year as a Princess.

In short, my parents invited Duke Frank and Aldrich into the palace at lightning speed. I was just speaking to Aldrich, and the next thing I knew, the father and son were already at the door.

Looking at the joyous and harmonious atmosphere between the elders, Aldrich and I whispered to each other, “It’s over. They’re satisfied with this proposal.”

“To be honest, although I want to walk into the wedding hall with you right now, my dear, I don’t want you to have any regrets at the wedding.”

Looking at his bitter expression, I knew we were on the same side.

However, resistance was insignificant in front of the elders. Ten minutes later, before Aldrich and I could catch up to their thoughts, the matter was settled.

I felt a little helpless. “It’s us getting married”

My father only looked at me with an unfathomable expression. My mother said, “So you don’t want to?”

“Don’t want what?”

“You don’t want to get married to Aldrich as soon as possible?”

“Of course… I want to.”

“Isn’t this good enough?” My mother smiled. “You’re a child with your own opinions. If you didn’t want to, you would have opposed it strongly.”

At this moment, I finally understood why my father’s expression was so profound. It turned out that they had seen through my plans even earlier than I had.

I subconsciously looked at Aldrich and found that he was also smiling.

“Do you want it?” he asked.

I was a little embarrassed in front of the elders, but I still held his hand and nodded vigorously.

On the 20th of July, the royal family issued an announcement that caused a great stir in the entire werewolf race.

First, the royal family would hold the official coronation ceremony of Princess Madeline on August 31st.

Secondly, on August 31st, the royal family would hold the wedding of Princess Madeline and Sir Aldrich.

These two announcements were quickly passed to every werewolf’s ears with the summer wind. While the people cheered for the official heir of the royal family, they were also puzzled. Princess Madeline and Sir Aldrich… when did this happen?

However, the outside world’s speculations no longer had anything to do with me. As the female lead of the coronation ceremony and wedding, I was caught up in endless choices and rehearsals.

From the smallest button on the gown to the concierge’s arrangements, I had to decide and give the nod. At first, I thought it was quite interesting, but after signing more than 300 invitations in a row, my only wish was to run to my father’s study to deal with those troublesome documents that were not friendly to my eyes.

As my female companions, Jordin and Emma faithfully carried out one of their duties – to be my personal assistants.

“At 9 a.m., your designer will send you the latest revised version of the coronation dress,” Emma carefully checked the schedule. “At 9:30 a.m., the Antique Chamber of Commerce will bring the vase style you asked for, and then at 10:15 a.m. …”

“Stop, stop, stop!” I broke down and stopped her. “That’s enough, that’s enough. Kara has already nagged me three times last night. I will remember it. Really.”

Jordin shrugged helplessly. I know your ears are getting calluses from listening to it, but there’s no other way. The schedule is constantly changing, and we must read it to you every time it’s changed.”

I was puzzled. “Why do I have to decide on such small details as buttons? Can’t the designer draw up a draft for me to see?”

Without waiting for them to reply, I broke down and answered my question, “I understand, I get it. It’s a tradition that the princess has to take care of everything personally. I’m grateful to my extravagant ancient ancestors for giving me this kind of tradition. I would have liked this kind of life 300 years back.”