In the reception hall, the newlyweds took center stage, their smiles radiating happiness. Eleanor, adorned in her elegant gown, seemed to embody the fulfillment of familial expectations and the promise of a union steeped in tradition. Alexander, standing beside her, projected an image of a man embracing his role as the master of Sterling Manor.
Heaven's gaze lingered on Alexander, the man whose presence had once brought warmth and understanding into her life. The library, with its closed doors and the lingering whispers of untold stories, became a symbol of the boundaries that now separated her from the opulent halls of Sterling Manor.
The grandeur of the reception became a bittersweet spectacle for Heaven. Each note of the music and each burst of laughter seemed to underscore the distance that had grown between her and the life she had once known. The library, with its memories etched in the recesses of her heart, became a refuge for introspection.
As the night unfolded, Heaven found herself drawn to the edges of the celebration. She watched from the shadows as guests raised their glasses in toasts, their laughter echoing through the mansion. The library, with its closed doors and the scent of aged parchment, stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of a connection that had once been a symphony of shared confidences.
Eleanor, the newly minted mistress of Sterling Manor, circulated gracefully among the guests. The grandeur of the mansion seemed to embrace her like a second skin, the realization of a role she had now assumed with dignity. The library, where Heaven had once felt a sense of belonging, held within its walls the echoes of a love that had slipped through her fingers.