Chapter 99
Cedric POV
The dinner is going great. Ha! Look at me—seated at the head of a long table surrounded by my wives.
Something past me would never have even dreamt of. Back then, girls didn't even look at me.
Now? They're pregnant with my children.
The room is lit with warm candlelight, flames flickering in the ornate wall sconces, casting shadows across the faces of the women at the table. The clinking of silverware and the low murmur of conversation fills the hall, a rhythmic hum that feels almost domestic.
Clarissa sits to my left, one hand protectively resting over her round belly, smiling politely at whatever it is Miriam is whispering to her. Viola is at my right, regal and poised as always, eyes flicking between the dishes and the slow-moving servants. And across the table...
Lady Daphne.
