Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466: Successful Engagement II

Athena stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection that almost didn’t feel like her.

The woman staring back was ethereal—a vision wrapped in silk and moonlight. The gown was a masterpiece of understated elegance: ivory satin that hugged her figure before spilling into a soft train, the bodice detailed with lace embroidery that shimmered faintly under the golden light.

A delicate off-shoulder neckline framed her collarbones, leaving her shoulders bare, while a thin diamond chain glinted at her throat—subtle, graceful, regal. Her hair was gathered in soft waves, pinned at one side with a cluster of white blossoms.

For a moment, she simply stared—at the way the gown curved, how the lights played across its surface, how poised she appeared. She should have felt joy, or excitement. Instead, there was an ache deep in her chest, a strange awareness that she was walking into a life mechanically constructed for her.

Still, it was beautiful. The image was beautiful.

Behind her, laughter fluttered like bells.

"Oh, Athena," Gianna breathed from the doorway, her eyes widening in admiration. "You’re glowing."

"She’s more than glowing," came Chelsea’s teasing voice as she stepped in, looking gorgeous in a peach gown that caught the light with every movement. "She’s blinding. We might as well cancel the lights."

Athena snorted softly, shaking her head. "You’re all exaggerating."

Chelsea grinned. "Not even close. Look at you—goddess mode activated."

Behind them, Susan and Areso peeked in, giggling, whispering something about how the groom would faint.

Athena couldn’t help but smile. Their joy was contagious.

"Alright, ladies," Gianna said, offering a mock bow. "Let’s escort our princess to her throne."

They arranged themselves around her as though forming a procession, each taking part in the moment as if it were already a wedding. Athena allowed them to fuss, fixing a stray curl, smoothing her gown, before they led her through the doorway and down the long hallway.

The air was filled with the faint melody of a piano drifting from below—soft, romantic, timeless. Each step echoed faintly as they descended the grand staircase, her heels glinting beneath the gown.

And then she saw it.

The living room—transformed.

If she hadn’t known the space by heart, she wouldn’t have recognized it.

The vast room, usually calm in muted cream and gold, now shimmered with light and color. Crystal colored chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, scattering rainbows across the polished marble floor. Ivory drapes framed the tall windows, swaying gently in the evening breeze. Every surface seemed to glow—candles flickering in glass votives, vases overflowing with lilies, roses, and white orchids.

The furniture had been replaced or reupholstered for the evening—cream couches wrapped in gold ribbons, chairs with velvet cushions, silver trays glinting beneath platters of hors d’oeuvres. Even the servants, lined discreetly along the edges, were dressed in black and white formalwear, their hair neatly styled.

Athena’s breath caught in her throat. This was too much.

The guests turned as she appeared at the top of the staircase—a collective hush rippling through the room, followed by applause and cheers.

Florence rose first from one of the decorated sofas, her smile proud and knowing. She extended a hand, and Athena descended, meeting her halfway into a tight embrace.

"My beautiful girl," Florence whispered against her ear, voice thick with emotion. "Just look at you."

Athena smiled, hugging her back before Florence guided her forward—to the heart of the room, where Antonio stood waiting.

He was... handsome. Devastatingly so.

The black tuxedo fit him perfectly, the sharp lines accentuating his tall frame. His hair was neatly styled, and when he turned, his dark eyes locked on her with an intensity that had her blushing.

For a second, the noise faded and her doubts loosened just a little.

Antonio stepped forward, his smile spreading, and without waiting for any signal or speech, he dropped to one knee.

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