Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 222

Andros’s POV

The crowd inside the grand hall gradually dispersed after the ceremony ended. The bustling energy of the ceremony now echoed with the receding footsteps of the departing guests.

Amidst the slowly emptying space, only we stayed behind. As the hosts of the event, of course, we had to be the last to leave the place.

I glanced at my father, who had a joyous smile on his face as he talked to his estranged daughter, Astrid.

I clenched my jaw, and my eyes turned cold when my eyes landed on Astrid’s crimson-red gown.

I had been bracing myself all morning, anticipating the inevitable complaint about Astrid’s dress. I thought my father would have been informed about it already.

But as the hours ticked by, the expected summons never came, leaving me puzzled and unsettled.

I was confident that Asha did something to Astrid’s dress to stop this ceremony. My sister is like an open book, very easy to read.

I swear you could read her thoughts just by looking at her face. Seeing how lively she looked this morning, I know she did something to Astrid’s dress, just like how I had secretly instigated her to do so.

Seeing that Astrid is wearing a crimson red dress instead of the white one, it seems Asha really destroyed her white dress, making it unwearable.

However, she was still unable to stop the ceremony from happening, just as we both wanted.

Asha and I were only left speechless when Astrid walked in with her crimson-red gown that looked better than the white one that was destroyed.

The red gown only made her look more captivating, leaving a good impression on our guests.

No wonder why we didn’t receive any reports about the dress. I underestimated that sewing manager.

Instead of reporting it to us, he actually went directly to Astrid to ask for her help.

“Asha, where are you going?” I spoke up when I saw Asha rushing off the stage with a frown on her face.

Astrid and my father turned to look when they heard my loud voice. They watched as Asha walked out of the grand hall without turning back.

“F-father,” I stammered as I looked at him with concerned eyes, playing the role of both a dutiful son and a loving brother.

What Asha has done was so disrespectful. The guests haven’t fully left the place yet, and she also just left without permission from our father.

“Just let her be,” my father responded with a sigh.

Luckily for Asha, her father is in a good mood, and her actions don’t stir his anger.

“The fact that she was here to attend the ceremony is already enough. She doesn’t have to stay here longer than she wanted,” my father spoke forgivingly.

“I apologize for my sister, Astrid,” I muttered with brows furrowed in guilt as I approached them.

Astrid looked at me with a small smile. “It’s alright,” she replied in a small voice with a tone of humility in her voice.