Two Wedding Photos

In the photo was a little girl wearing a small, pure white dress adorned with lace.

A head of silver-white hair, spun from moonlight, was draped over her shoulders. Her eyes were large and bright.

A small nose, pink lips, and skin so fair it was almost transparent, with the delicate texture unique to children.

She held a fluffy little rabbit doll in her arms and gave the camera a slightly shy smile.

Just one look at it could melt a person’s heart.

“So cute…”

Irena’s eyes shone as she looked at the photo of the five or six-year-old.

She followed the timeline, looking at photos from when she was eight, twelve, and fifteen. Kristine’s appearance had changed a lot at different times, but her beauty was a constant.

She couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Senior, you’ve really been beautiful since you were a child!”

A maid at the side also added with a smile.

“Yes, the young lady has always been like this.”

“I remember when she first started school, every day when she opened her desk, it would be stuffed with all sorts of gifts and letters.”

“Candies, cookies, bouquets, small cards. The key is, these things weren’t just from the little boys. More than half of them were from the little girls.”

The maid paused and continued to spill the beans.

“At that time, many nobles wore out the threshold of the count’s mansion, trying to hint at a childhood engagement with Count Alvin!”

Everyone was surprised to hear this.

Leon smacked his lips and looked at the photo.

“Understandable!”

In his opinion, even the most beautiful ladies in Drunken Breeze were far from being on par with the Saintess.

Kristine was so embarrassed by the maid’s words that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

She quickly reached out and covered the maid’s mouth, saying shyly.

“Don’t listen to her nonsense! It was just the adults joking around. You can’t take it seriously.”

As she spoke, she seemed afraid that someone might misunderstand.

Her gaze fell on him involuntarily, and she explained in a serious tone.

“I have never been betrothed. My father and mother never agreed to any family.”

Black looked at those photos and thought that if this were in his previous world, forget being the school belle.

She would at least be a top-tier superstar who could sweep the entertainment industry with her looks alone.

Afterward, the group dispersed to look at the other photos and portraits.

Black walked towards one of the walls.

Hanging on the wall were all photos of Kristine’s parents, Alvin and Mona.

The most striking among them was their wedding photo from when they were young.

As Black had expected.

Although there wasn’t much affection between the two in the photo, they were indeed first-class when it came to acting.

In the photo, a young Mona wore a gorgeous wedding dress and an exquisite pearl tiara.

She held Alvin’s left arm tightly, her body leaning slightly towards him, a very sweet smile on her face.

Her beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

And Alvin wore a crisp white suit, his figure tall and handsome.

He tilted his head slightly, his gentle gaze fixed on his wife beside him.

That gaze was full of affection, focused and deep. Anyone who saw it would think he was deeply in love with the bride before him.

Both of them had outstanding looks. Standing together.

Under the exquisite set and soft lighting, they had a sense of being a match made in heaven.

Anyone who saw this photo would think they were a couple truly in love.

‘Such good acting…’

Black commented silently in his heart.

Just then, Kristine’s voice sounded softly from behind him.

“It’s a beautiful picture, isn’t it?”

She had, at some point, come to Black’s side. She looked at her parents’ perfect wedding photo, a soft light in her eyes.

Black nodded.

But he didn’t think so in his heart.

A photo could capture a moment of sweetness, but it couldn’t record the truth behind it.

Kristine stood beside him, a faint longing in her eyes.

What she saw was the model of love she firmly believed in.

Black didn’t stay there for long.

He averted his gaze and continued to walk down the corridor.

On the walls on both sides, there were not only photos but also many oil paintings with rich colors.

These paintings were like a chronicle, recording the glory and decline of this ancient Alvin family.

Kristine followed Black’s steps. Seeing his gaze linger on the paintings, she began to explain them to him in a low voice.

The two of them walked side by side, strolling through a long corridor of time.

At a corner, Black found Irena standing outside a room, bent over like a curious little cat.

She was peeking through the crack of the door.

“Irena, what are you doing?”

Black asked.

Irena was startled. Seeing it was Black and Kristine.

She pointed to the door in front of her and said with some curiosity.

“Black, Senior, the style of this room is completely different from the other places. I was wondering if I could go in and take a look?”

Hearing this, Black carefully examined the room.

It was indeed as Irena had said; the style of this room was very unique.

If the decorative theme of this entire photo building was a classical and solemn golden hue.

Then the room before them, from the door frame to the faintly visible wall color, exuded a romantic pink theme.

The decorative style was also more dreamlike, completely out of place with the overall sense of historical weight.

Like an independent space that had been carefully protected.

Kristine also looked at that room, her expression becoming a bit complicated, a trace of hesitation flashing through her eyes.

She pursed her lips slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then said.

“This room… is a bit special. Normally, unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter…”

She looked at the expectant Irena, then at Black beside her.

“But… if it’s you guys, you can go in and have a look.”

After speaking, Kristine gently pushed open this unique door.

Black and Irena followed behind her and walked in.

The scene inside the room came into view.

This place was not a neat exhibition like the outside, but more like a carefully preserved space.

Everything in sight was related to a single woman, photos and various objects.

The walls were covered with photos of all sizes, and an exquisite jewelry box sat on the dressing table.

Several elegant dresses were hanging on a rack, and there was even a well-preserved, pure white wedding dress.

All the items were spotless, clean, and shiny.

It was clear that someone cleaned them regularly.

Irena’s gaze was drawn to the largest photo on the wall.

It was also a wedding photo.

However, when she saw the people in the photo clearly, she froze.

A look of incredible shock appeared on her face.

The man and woman in the photo, the man was a young Count Alvin.

He wore a crisp wedding suit, a genuine, happy smile on his handsome face.

And nestled beside him was a strange woman in a gorgeous white wedding dress.

The woman was extremely beautiful, with a gentle temperament and a sweet smile, her eyes brimming with happiness.

This was a wedding photo of a newlywed couple.

But the bride in the photo was not Lady Mona.