Thomas and Rosalind''s wedding had been postponed time and time again, but finally, they found a favorable day to celebrate. The event wasn''t extravagant, but as the granddaughter of the royal chancellor, it still carried the necessary dignity.


    Victoria led the way, and the other pcedies followed suit, each offering generous gifts to Rosalind for her trousseau. The students of Gracewood Women''s Academy also rallied to show their support, presenting Rosalind with handmade wedding gifts.


    Most of the girls at the academy came from humble backgrounds. Though their gifts weren''t costly, the thought and effort they put into embroidering and crafting the items was the most meaningful part. Rosalind''s wedding dress had beenmissioned long in advance from Cam. The gown had


    previously been disyed in Skye Embroidery, where it had caught the eye of many young women. They all dreamed of wearing such a beautiful dress for their own weddings.


    Cam was already well-known, but now, even the royal chancellor''s granddaughter was wearing the wedding dress she made.


    Who would still think Cam was a bringer of bad luck because of her past?


    For a time, the doors of Skye Embroidery''s shop were worn down by visitors-some seeking wedding dresses, others looking for everyday garments.


    On the day of the wedding, Carissa, along with Violet and the others, went to the Farrell family''s residence to attend the celebration. The Farrell family had many men, and since Thomas was a military general, they naturally enjoyed lively events. So, they said they would have a First Light Revelry.


    The guests anticipated seeing a shy bride. To their surprise, the bride confidently stepped forward and said, "The First Light Revelry sounds great, but it must begin with a poem. The theme will be marriage alliance. If it''s good, you''ll receive blessing gifts. If it isn''t, you''ll have to put on a disy of swordy and martial arts."


    So, Thomas and Rosalind sat on the porch, watching disys of martial arts one after another, enjoying round after round of swordy. Not many blessing gifts were given out.


    The First Light Revelry ceremony, typically a time for guests to liven up the celebration for the newlyweds, took an unexpected turn as the newlyweds yfully turned the tables on the guests-something never seen before.


    At Highstone Estate, where guests were gathered to celebrate Rosalind''s wedding, most of the guests were civil officials. Trevor, in his excitement, suggested that the officials perform sword dances and martial arts to liven up the event.


    This proved to be quite a challenge for the guests, who scrambled to find something to contribute. Some painted, others wrote calligraphy, and a fewposed poetry. Beaming with pride, Trevor collected their works with great satisfaction, unable to hide his delight.


    The Farrell family''s residence was alive with energy, filled with clinking sses and cheerfulughter that echoed through the estate.


    Carissa and Violet took advantage of Thomas and the others being upied with the guests to make their way to the newlywed suite. Rosalind looked radiant today, more so than ever before. Typically reserved, her happiness was so apparent today that she couldn''t hide it, no matter how hard she tried. She had even gone to the trouble of sending Violet away, leaving Carissa behind, and shyly asking if she could inquire about a few matters.


    Carissa blinked in surprise at the questions Rosalind posed. "Well... Didn''t anyone tell you about these things before you got married?"


    "Of course, they did," Rosalind''s cheeks turned a deep red. "My older maid gave me advice."


    "Then what''s the problem?" Carissa chuckled. "It''lle naturally, nothing to worry about."


    Rosalind''s hands fidgeted, and her face flushed with heat. "But she said that the wedding night is always painful for women. I''m afraid I be able to bear it. If it hurts too


    much, won''t I lose my 199


    What if I make a fool of myself? Is there something I can do? Oh, I''m being so rude."


    Carissa smiled softly at her, understanding that Rosalind wanted to present her best self to the man she loved. "If it hurts, just admit it. He''ll understand. He''ll take care of you."


    "But what if I look terrible? What if I grimace in pain and scare him?" Rosalind''sshes fluttered as she cast a quick nce at Carissa, her worry evident.


    Carissa chuckled. "I doubt that''ll happen."


    "But my maid said it would happen." Rosalind looked at her anxiously. "Your Grace, wasn''t it painful for you?"


    Carissa felt a strange stirring in her


    chest, a flush creeping across her skin as she recalled her own wedding night. There were


    ????


    moments, especially when thinking about Rafael, when her mind. wandered to intimate matters, and


    she felt a deep desire to be closer to


    him.


    A person''s body was very honest.


    "Your Grace? Did I offend you?" Rosalind noticed Carissa''s brief moment of distraction and quickly apologized. "I''m sorry, I was out of line to ask such things."


    Carissa snapped back to the moment. Clearing her thoughts, she smiled reassuringly. "Yes, it''s painful the first few times, but it''s bearable. After that, it bes something indescribably wonderful."


    Hearing that, Rosalind''s tense posture began to ease, and her cheeks flushed. "Thank you, Your Grace. I''ll do my best to be a perfect wife."


    Carissa took her hand gently, her


    voice sincere You don''t need to be


    perfect. Just be yourself. In


    marriage both the good and the bad will be seen by your partner, and you''ll have to learn to ept each other. No one is truly perfect. Do you expect him to be wless?


    Rosalind shook her head. "No."


    "Then you don''t need to demand perfection from yourself either. No need to stress about everything," Carissa advised.


    Rosalind paused, her eyes thoughtful.


    Did she really not need to strive for perfection in everything?