Chapter 293
Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
293 Token Selection
Selma Payneâs POV:
The coronation ceremony was arranged to be held in the Moon Palace, and so was the wedding. The wedding was originally planned to be held in the palace, but because the palaceâs interiors needed to be kept a secret, it was moved to the Moon Palace.
Hundreds of invitations I signed had been sent to various places, and each pack would send a representative to attend the ceremony.
This meant that the Shadow Pack would also send people over.
Iâd already memorized the current Alpha of each pack, and Iâd also heard about Benson inheriting the Shadow Pack. As an Alpha, he would likely come to the ceremony in person.
I thought I would have some resistance to this, but to my surprise, I didnât have any reaction when I thought of Benson after so many years. Be it the violent rejections, the cold river water, or the ashen heart, they all disappeared with time.
If I saw him again, what would I say?
I didnât think Iâd say anything because there was nothing to say.
The people around me vaguely knew that I had been hurt in the pack that adopted me, but I didnât tell them in detail, so everyone pretended not to know and didnât ask me anything.
The rehearsals were arranged frequently, and any minor changes would require Aldrich and me to rehearse. We spent the entire morning or afternoon at the Moon Palace every day. Sometimes, I really wanted to move all the furniture to the Moon Palace.
As my bridesmaids, Dorothy, Jordin, and Emma were even more annoyed than I was. After all, I could occasionally use work as an excuse to escape these boring procedures, but they couldnât. When necessary, the girls would take my place as the bride and informed me of the changes when they came back.
Finally, one day, Dorothy broke down. âWhoâs getting married? Shouldnât the bridesmaid just hold the brideâs dress, scatter the flowers, and then stand on the stage as decoration? Why do I feel like weâre even more exhausted than you, the real bride?â
Jordin, who had been a marionette for the whole day, said bluntly, âIâve never been so envious of Avril and Mara. All they have to do on their wedding days is dress up and cheer on the stage. They donât have to do anything.â
Avril was married and could no longer be the maid of honor. Mara was a commoner, so she couldnât be my maid of honor. Therefore, the two girls only needed to sit in the VIP seats on the wedding day and watch the show.
We talked about everything for a while, and the topic came to the token hidden in the lunch box on the wedding day.
I felt it was very romantic to give each other the evening primroses and bracelets like Avril and Perrin did, but this was a routine I had just seen. I liked it but didnât want to do the cliché.
It was fine if I used some other legends about the symbol of love, but given my âformer heretic godâ identity, it was not appropriate to keep trying to gain nothing from the anecdotes of the Moon Goddess.
In fact, Aldrich and I had already exchanged tokens that belonged only to us. I embedded a black opal condensed from the goddessâ blessing in his chest, and he put the ring transformed from the Moon Oath on me.
What could be more precious and sincere than these?
However, giving each other gifts in a lunchbox was an ancient tradition that had existed for thousands of years. I didnât want to be half-hearted, so the girls helped me develop an idea.
âHow about a hand-embroidered towel with the flower patterns of osmanthus?â Emma suggested, âItâs very popular for young noblemen and women to give each other this recently. Itâs said to be the revival of the traditional love token.â
I shook my head. âItâs good. Itâs just that I donât know how to embroider at all. Itâs not good to have human hands in this.â
Jordin said, âWhy donât you write a love poem? You can hide it in your necklace or write it on the back of your photo.â
I shook my head again. âI havenât had any talent in literature since I was young. I really canât read and write.
The girlsâ ideas from noble families were classical, but Dorothyâs ideas were much more âmodernâ.
âWhy donât you just dress up as a bridesmaid and deliver the lunchboxes yourself?â She said, âWhat can make Aldrich like you more than yourself?â
This sounded like an outrageous idea, but after carefully thinking about it, it seemed feasible.
Why did I have to limit my thinking to a specific thing? What was important was to convey my thoughts, not something else. Since that was the case, couldnât I express it personally?
I cheered, picked Dorothy up, and spun her around twice. âYouâre a genius! I love you so much!â
Dorothy fell on the sofa in a daze and mumbled, âThank you, but considering that youâre about to get married, Iâm sorry to reject your kind intentions.â
So, we secretly called the tailor, asked him to make a bridesmaidâs dress in my size, and kept it a secret.
As expected of the veterans who had served the royal family for generations, they didnât even ask a single question about my request. Three days later, they sent my secret bridesmaid dress mixed with the girlsâ bridesmaid dress.
The royal familyâs bridesmaids definitely couldnât be as simple as the common peopleâs. Although we all preferred the current trend of simplicity, we must consider the royal familyâs reputation, no?