But even as conflicting emotions swirled within her, Mrs. Evans couldn't deny the relief that settled in her heart. Regardless of the twists and turns that fate had thrown their way, her real daughter had still ended up with her intended fiancé—without any influence from family ties.
Before Duke could respond, a movement from behind caught everyone's attention.
Mr. and Mrs. Winters stepped forward, gently pushing past Vulture and Tristan. They were followed closely by the Patriarch, his piercing gaze fixed on the unfolding scene.
"What's the matter? Can't my grandson choose his own wife? What era are we living in? Do we still have to control a man's life choices, especially now that the world has changed so drastically?"