Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 722

"Don't you want to see how stunning Seraphina looks, Eleanor?"

Miles asked his grandmother.

"I'm exhausted. Enjoy the show yourselves."

Once in the bedroom, Mrs. Higgins helped Eleanor settle onto the edge of the mattress. "Are you going to sleep now?"

"Not yet. I need to sit for a minute."

Mrs. Higgins carefully placed a plush cushion behind Eleanor's back and draped a warm throw blanket over her legs.

"Please try not to let them upset you. Just let them dig their own graves."

"You're right. Let them do whatever they want. It's not my problem anymore."

"Exactly. That's the right mindset."

A few minutes passed in silence before Eleanor finally sighed. "Seraphina was raised with everything handed to her on a silver platter. Why does she act so incredibly cheap?

She completely lost her mind over one set of jewelry."

"She's still young, ma'am. It's natural to get excited."

Mrs. Higgins offered diplomatically as a servant.

"Young? Please. She's exactly like her mother—shallow and poorly raised.

God, I regret letting Sebastian marry Gwen."

When Sebastian first brought Gwen home, Eleanor had vehemently opposed the match. Gwen came from a difficult background, but her biggest flaws were her endless petty scheming and breathtaking lack of vision.

But her son had insisted, and she eventually caved, hoping Gwen's high education meant she was ambitious.

Eleanor had hoped to mold her, smoothing out the rough edges over time.

But the woman proved unteachable, infecting Seraphina with the exact same toxic traits.

Eleanor hadn't fully realized how bad it was until she spent time living with Mira. The contrast between the two girls made Seraphina's sheer lack of ambition and shortsightedness painfully obvious.

She had always known him as a cold, calculating executive; it was surprisingly endearing to see this possessive, slightly dramatic side of him.

If he wanted a show, she'd give him one.

The venue was a luxurious seven-star hotel in the heart of Aethelgard.

Elite guests decked in glittering couture stepped out of a relentless parade of Aston Martins and Rolls-Royces.

A plush red carpet stretched from the grand lobby all the way to the banquet hall doors, flanked by rare white phalaenopsis orchids and blue hydrangeas that filled the air with a dizzying, sweet fragrance.

Valets in sharp tuxedos opened car doors with practiced smiles, while servers weaved through the crowd with silver trays of champagne and sparkling mocktails.

The entrance featured a massive, minimalist signature wall, with the couple's names spelled out in shattered crystal that caught the light like crushed diamonds.

Pushing open the heavy, carved oak doors revealed an overwhelming display of opulence.

The vast ballroom was draped in champagne gold and soft blush pink, anchored by deep navy accents that screamed old-money romance.

Massive crystal chandeliers cascaded from the vaulted ceiling like a waterfall of light, bathing the room in a warm, cinematic glow under the soft wash of the wall sconces.