Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 52: Imaginary Party

Delphinia pressed her lips together as tightly as she could, struggling to keep her expression neutral. Julian’s casual question about a reception or party had caught her off guard, and she felt her chest tighten with unease. Did they really have to talk about this right now? She looked at Evander, still the picture of calm like nothing had happened.

No, this wasn’t the time for discussing cakes or tuxedos. They should’ve been worrying about how their parents would take the news of their sudden marriage—a thought that tied Delphinia’s nerves into knots.

She knew, without a shred of doubt, that Evander hadn’t informed his parents about their marriage either. And if his parents didn’t approve? If they decided she wasn’t suitable for their son? Delphinia’s throat tightened at the thought. She could just imagine being kicked out of the Walton estate without a second thought, back to living under the same roof as Valerie.

Evander’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. "Later," he said, brushing it off like it was no big deal, much to Delphinia’s annoyance.

Her head whipped toward him, and she stared in disbelief. "Later?" she thought, stunned. Did he really mean to say they would have a reception? Did he actually have a plan for a party?

Yet, a tiny voice in her head asked: why wasn’t she against the idea?

Before she could dig deeper into that thought, Ashton’s curious voice chimed in, pulling her back to reality. "Will there be a party?" the little boy asked, his wide, innocent eyes bouncing between Evander and Julian.

Julian’s face lit up with a smile. He leaned closer to Ashton, ruffling the boy’s hair affectionately. "Of course there will be a party," Julian said with an exaggerated enthusiasm that made Ashton’s eyes widen even more. "A big one. A celebration worthy of the Walton name."

Julian’s tone was confident, and Delphinia found herself holding her breath as she listened.

"You," Julian continued, tapping Ashton’s nose, "will be the most handsome boy there, wearing a proper tuxedo. Everyone will wear their finest suits and dresses. And you know what else?" Julian leaned closer, his voice dropping as if sharing a great secret.

Ashton’s mouth formed a small ’O’ as he waited, eyes sparkling. "What?"

"There’ll be so much food," Julian said, stretching his arms wide to emphasize. "You can eat as much as you like, all night long."

The little boy’s face lit up with a grin. "Really? A tall white cake too?" he asked, his excitement bubbling over.

Julian nodded solemnly. "Oh, absolutely. A cake so tall, it’ll touch the ceiling," he said, pointing dramatically upward. Ashton’s head tipped back as he followed Julian’s finger, his little mouth opening wider as he imagined such an impossibly tall cake.

"Wow," Ashton exclaimed. "Sounds fun." His face lit up as he looked at Evander. "When will it be, Dad?"

Evander shrugged lightly, sounding as chill as usual. "We’ll have to wait for Grandpa and Grandma’s decision," he said simply.

Ashton nodded sagely, as if that made perfect sense. "Okay. I want to wear a white tuxedo. Will that be okay?"

Evander’s lips curved into a small smile. "Of course," he said.

Julian chimed in again. "You’ll look so dashing, Ashton. And you know what? Grandpa will wear a tuxedo too, and Grandma will wear a beautiful dress."

Ashton beamed. "Grandpa and Grandma will look so nice."

"What do you think about holding it during winter? It’d be so pretty with the snow. Everything white and sparkling." He gestured toward the window, as if inviting everyone to picture the scene.

Ashton’s eyes sparkled with delight. "Yes! It’d be like a fairy tale! Uncle Julian, you’re so smart!"

Julian puffed up his chest with pride. "Naturally," he said, his grin widening.

"But we’d have to wear coats, right? Because it’s cold?"

Julian nodded. "That’s right. But don’t worry, we’ll make sure it’s warm inside. What do you think, Evander?"

Evander, who had been silently listening, leaned back in his chair with an amused smirk. "We’ll see."

Delphinia, meanwhile, could barely believe what she was hearing. She sat quietly, glancing between them as their lively debate about the imaginary party continued. Did anyone remember that she was the bride? Shouldn’t her opinion count for something? And yet, here they were, planning every little detail without bothering to ask for her input.

Clearing her throat, she finally interrupted. "Um, hello?" she said, grabbing their attention.

Julian raised an eyebrow. "Something on your mind, Delphinia?" he asked, sounding polite but intrigued.

Delphinia forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Did you enjoy the food?" she asked, her voice a touch too sweet.

Julian blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. "Oh, yes," he said after a moment. "It was excellent. Could easily compete with the best restaurants in the city." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Evander, ever the instigator, leaned forward slightly. "She’s been worried you might still be upset about the earlier misunderstanding," he teased a with a smirk. Delphinia’s head snapped toward him, her eyes narrowing in warning. Did he ever know when to stop talking?

Julian, however, merely waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, don’t worry about that," he said. "I’m not one to hold grudges. Besides, what you did showed that you care about Ashton, and that’s what matters most to me."

Delphinia’s tense shoulders relaxed slightly. She managed a genuine smile. "That’s a relief," she said softly. "I was also a little worried you might not accept me as part of the Walton family."

Julian’s expression softened. "I don’t see why not," he said simply. "You’re Evander’s choice, and that’s good enough for me."

Her smile widened, though a part of her couldn’t help but wonder: was it really that easy? Julian’s acceptance was one thing, but what about Evander’s parents? Would they be as welcoming? She doubted it.

Her stomach twisted at the thought, and she glanced toward Evander, who seemed entirely unbothered by the potential storm ahead.