Devilish secretary
Chapter 419 Wedding (1)

Chapter 419: Chapter 419 Wedding (1)

The next morning, Lilith woke up to soft light spilling through the curtains, her head feeling a little heavy from the night before. She pressed her palm to her forehead with a small groan, but before she could even swing her legs off the bed, her ever-faithful human doll was already at her side.

Gray sat on the edge of the bed, his hair still a little messy from sleep, holding a small glass of water and two pills. "Head hurts?" he asked, his voice low and warm.

Lilith gave him a tiny glare that only made him smile wider. She took the pills without complaint, swallowing them in one go. Gray leaned forward, pressing his lips to her temple, his palm resting gently on her cheek. "Good girl. I know you too well."

After that, Lilith got up, feeling the day’s excitement settle into her bones. She took a long, warm shower, the steam fogging up the mirrors. Her mind drifted lazily between the soft heat of the water and the thrill of what was waiting for her today.

She shaved her legs and arms — every inch of her skin had to be soft and smooth. She took her time, using her favorite scented oil that left her skin glowing and silky to the touch.

After her shower, she wrapped herself in a fluffy robe and padded barefoot into the vanity room. There, her beautician was already waiting, greeting her with a bright smile and fussing over her like a proud sister.

"Miss Lilith, your skin is already glowing, but we’ll make you extra perfect today," she said. She carefully layered masks on Lilith’s face, gently massaging each product in with small, firm circles. Her fingers worked with practiced skill, pressing and tapping until Lilith’s skin looked fresh and dewy.

Next, they tended to her hair. Her stylist brushed through her long, dark strands, applying a rich mask that made her hair shine like silk under the lights. The room smelled faintly of flowers and sweet fruit. Lilith closed her eyes, letting herself melt into the feeling of careful combs, warm oil on her scalp, and gentle braiding that made every strand gleam.

Meanwhile, her body care specialist worked on her arms and shoulders — a soft scrub, warm towels, and gentle oils that made her skin look polished and healthy. Her legs were massaged and moisturized too, the last bits of tension from standing in heels the night before slowly melting away.

When all the care was done, Lilith sat up straighter as her makeup artist laid out brushes, palettes, and tiny pots on the table. The woman hummed to herself, expertly working her magic — foundation so light it looked like Lilith’s real skin but better, blush that brought warmth to her cheeks, and highlighter that made her look like she glowed from within. Her lips were painted a soft rose pink first, then deepened into a bold, elegant red that matched the day’s theme.

Her eyes were the final touch — soft yet sharp enough to hold a room’s attention. Her lashes curled long, her brows brushed neat, her blue eyes framed in shadows that made them look even brighter.

While the makeup artist worked, her stylist zipped in and out with armfuls of silk, lace, and delicate jewelry. Together, they fussed over the final touches — the perfect dress, the matching accessories, the hairpins dotted with tiny pearls that were slipped into her freshly styled hair.

By the time the last hairpin was in place and the final mist of setting spray drifted through the air, she looked every inch the queen she was – glowing, dangerous, and breathtaking.

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At the same time, he stood quietly in front of the large mirror in his private dressing room, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was brushed back neatly, and the tie matched Lilith’s chosen wedding theme — deep red, like the roses she loved so much. He looked every inch the powerful man the world knew him to be, but behind those sharp eyes, a softer storm brewed.

Inside, they were all there. Ray, Gray, and Alexander.

Ray’s eyes shone with childlike longing, soft and sweet. He wanted to be the one to stand before Lilith today, to hold her hand with his warmth, to kiss her under the flowers and claim her with innocent pride. To Ray, she was his Miss Mystery, his forever safe place — the one who made the shadows inside him feel like sunshine.

Gray, ever the calm balance, wanted it too. He was the one who held her when she broke, who cleaned up the messes, who made her laugh when she forgot how. He wanted to stand beside her, promise her that no matter how cold the night got, he would be there. He was the one who had asked her first for marriage — that ring still glowed on her delicate finger.

And Alexander was sharp, cold, protective. He loved her too, in his own way. He was the first to tie her to him in this world, the first to call her girlfriend. He’d already had his moment with her.

In the mirror, their reflections blurred and overlapped in the glint of his eyes. They all sighed — a quiet truce that only they could hear.

"Let Ray do it," Gray said softly inside, like a calm older brother settling a fight between two children.

Alexander didn’t argue. He just adjusted his tie one last time and looked at himself with a faint smirk.

Ray almost burst with happiness inside, warmth blooming in his chest.

"Thank you..." he whispered to no one and everyone at once.

In the soft mirror light, he brushed a single tear from the corner of his eye. Then he breathed out and let the weight settle in his shoulders.

***

Outside, the wedding venue looked like a dream from an old fairytale. It was a luxurious garden estate tucked behind tall wrought-iron gates, blooming with rare white roses, dark red tulips, and archways draped in soft silk.