Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Refuse me a dance

"Mom is looking for you," Gabriel said, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Casaio lowered the small crystal scent bottle he had been holding and turned toward him. "How do I look?"

"Good," Gabriel replied simply.

"Just good?" Casaio arched a brow, adjusting his cufflinks.

Gabriel’s lips quirked into a faint smile. "Perfect for a wedding. Like a groom, in fact." He straightened his stance. "Zilia must still be getting ready."

"Yes," Casaio sighed, checking his reflection once more as he fixed his bowtie. "Convincing her to wear that gown was nearly impossible. She kept saying it looked too much like a bridal dress, that she didn’t want to draw attention away from Juniper tonight."

Gabriel gave a small nod of approval before pushing himself from the doorframe. "I’ll go check on Dominick."

But before he reached the next room, the door opened, and Dominick stepped out, adjusting his jacket as he walked toward him.

"Is everything ready? The guests must have started arriving," Dominick asked with anticipation.

"Yes. And you should already be at the altar," Gabriel reminded him with a faint smirk.

"Is Casaio ready?"

"He is."

Together, the brothers made their way to the grand wedding hall. The air buzzed with quiet chatter and the warm glow of chandeliers spilled over the rows of elegantly dressed guests. At the entrance, Raidan clasped his son in a firm hug and patted his back.

"Take your place, son," Raidan said warmly. "You look remarkable."

"Thank you, Father," Dominick replied, a rare softness in his voice. With a steady breath, he moved toward the altar.

Gabriel followed close behind, though his gaze drifted across the room, only to find Amelie laughing gracefully among a group of ladies her age. His lips curved faintly when Amelie caught his gaze.

Gabriel, catching Amelie’s eye from across the hall, lifted his hand and blew her a playful flying kiss. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she ducked her head with a smile she couldn’t quite hide.

"My brother never misses a chance to shower you with affection," Katelyn teased softly, leaning close to whisper in Amelie’s ear.

Amelie, too, gave a flying kiss to Gabriel, who brought his hands to his chest, smirking. She smiled brightly seeing his reaction.

"You’re lucky, Amelie, for having such a romantic husband," said Jeanette.

Flora, watching the exchange from nearby, felt her lips curve into a gentle smile. She was genuinely happy for Amelie, anyone could see the love between her and Gabriel.

Yet when her gaze drifted toward the altar, her chest tightened. Memories of the past flooded in, dragging her back to her own wedding day, when she had been cruelly pulled away before she could even take her vows.

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