?<strong>Chapter 833:</strong>
“Not mine either,” ine admitted yfully.
“Try the pancakes—I made those.”
Madisyn tasted a pancake and her expression shifted to surprise.
“Mom, this is incredible! It tastes just like the ones at that fancy bakery downtown.”
ine chuckled, her cheeks faintly pink.
“It’s from a pre-made mix I bought online. All I did was add water and heat it up. But hey, I’m getting better, aren’t I?”
Waylon smiled, nodding as he chewed.
“Pre-made mixes really are a miracle.” Hisment earned him a yful tap on the back of the head from Glenn.
“Waylon, now that you’re out of showbiz, what’s the n? Why not join your brother at thepany?”
Waylon shook his head quickly.
“Oh no, Dad! I’d be useless at thepany. I’d probably bankrupt the ce in a month. I intend to do modeling. With my looks and build, I could go global.”
Glenn leaned back, unimpressed.
“You? A model?”
Feeling the challenge, Waylon dered confidently, “Give me a year, and I’ll prove I have what it takes to be a supermodel. I just haven’t hit the runway yet!”
Madisyn broke the tension.
“I believe in you, Waylon.” Waylon nced at his sister, visibly moved.
“Thanks, sis. You’re the best.”
Laughter erupted around the table, filling the house with a warmth they hadn’t felt in a long time.
As the chatter died down, Andrew’s voice rose above the rest, steering the conversation toward Madisyn and his engagement.
“We’re going all out this time,” he said.
“A grand ceremony, a week from now.”
The week flew by in a flurry of preparations.
Andrew poured every ounce of his energy into perfecting every detail of the ceremony, while Madisyn worked tirelessly for thepany, only arriving at a hotel near the venue the night before the big day.
She expected a simple, elegant affair, much like her first engagement.
But when she stepped into the venue, her jaw dropped.
Three floors of the hotel were designated for use.
The first floor handled check-ins, the second hosted the ceremony, and the third served as a lounge area.
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