Shock.
Jealousy.
Everything exploded quietly.
Then he turned to Ma, walked to her, held her hand right there in front of everyone.
“And I will marry her.”
Ma froze.
“Sir—”
He smiled softly. “I told you I’m serious.”
She looked around—at the maids, at Mama Grace, at the world that suddenly felt too big.
Then she whispered, “Will there be food at the wedding?”
Anthony blinked. “What?”
She nodded seriously. “Because I cannot attend any event without food.”
The entire room burst into laughter.
Even the jealous maids could not hold it.
Anthony shook his head. “Yes, there will be food.”
She smiled widely. “Then I agree.”
Their wedding was not small.
It was not quiet.
It was not normal.
It was grand, beautiful, filled with people who once whispered and now watched in disbelief.
Ma walked down the aisle not as a maid, but as a queen.
Her creamy dress flowing like royalty, brighter than the chandeliers.
Anthony stood waiting—calm, certain, at peace.
That night, after everything—after the noise, the celebration, the laughter—they returned to the same room.
White. Gold. Beautiful.
But now different.
Because it was no longer empty.
Ma jumped onto the bed dramatically. “Ah, my new office.”
Anthony laughed. “This is your office?”
“Yes. I will be managing this bed full-time.”
He lay beside her, pulling her close softly.
“Stay.”
