"Once I hit your handkerchief, I'll naturally go to your family and propose. When that happens, you can wear whatever you like."

"However, right now, Tracy is still young. Go apologize and calm her down. Don't let her do anything foolish."

Edward trained in shooting since he was a child. His grip was so strong that he wrinkled the fabric of my sleeve.

My expression turned icy. When he saw that, he only raised his voice.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and explain yourself. Are you really going to push her to her death before you stop?"

I yanked my sleeve free and shoved him away.

"Yes, I should explain.

"This dress is for an engagement, that's true. However, it has nothing to do with you. You, Edward, have no right to interfere."

…

Edward's hand froze midair. He watched as I smoothed out my sleeve and called for the tailor to come inside.

His eyes darkened. He stepped in front of me, blocking my way.

"What do you mean by that? Our engagement concerns me. How do I not have the right to interfere?"

I lifted my gaze and looked at him calmly.

"I'm not marrying you. So what right do you have!"

"Jasmine! Do you even know what you're saying?" Edward exploded, his whole presence turning icy.

"Everyone knows we grew up together. Both our families have long agreed we would become in-laws.

"If you don't marry me, then who will you marry? In the entire capital, who would dare marry someone I, Edward, am tied to? Throwing a tantrum is one thing, but you should know your limits!"

His shout echoed through the entire Lewis residence. The servants and maids all lowered their heads in fear.

Only Tracy stood there, biting her red lip, glaring at me with resentment.

However, as I looked at Edward's chest rising and falling with anger, I suddenly found it almost laughable.

"So you understand everything. And yet you still dragged this out year after year."

Edward stiffened slightly, then spoke in a low voice.

"I have never dragged this out. I said it before. As long as I hit your handkerchief at the family banquet, I will immediately propose to your father. I won't delay."

I let out an icy laugh and met his gaze directly. "However, you've never hit it."

"Missing before was fate. That doesn't mean you'll miss again in the future.

"Whether it's fate or not, you know the answer yourself."

The corners of Edward's eyes tightened. His fingers clenched until his knuckles turned pale.

We knew each other since childhood. We always got along. Every argument between us was because of Tracy.

This one was the worst we ever had.

He gritted his teeth and stared right back at me.

"That's blindfolded shooting. Not some childish game. It's not that easy."

"Is that so? Then how did you take first place at the royal shooting competition, Mr. Shaw? Wasn't it by hitting a mung bean while blindfolded?"

The courtyard fell completely silent.

Edward lowered his gaze, avoiding my eyes. His lips pressed into a thin line.

I had no interest in arguing with him any longer. All I wanted was to fix my dress.

However, suddenly, the silence was broken as the butler, William Gibson, hurried in.

"Some of the wedding arrangements have arrived. Where would you like them placed?"

Edward shot him an icy glance. At that moment, Tracy's crying voice rang out again.

"Jasmine, I told you, I'm not getting married!"

"Where are father and mother? I want to see them. I won't marry, even if it kills me!"

William bowed slightly.

"Mr. Lewis and Mrs. Lewis returned to the old residence a few days ago. They said they needed to retrieve a family heirloom bracelet to use as an engagement gift, so they are not at home for now."

Tracy's small frame trembled violently. She swayed, then collapsed backward.

Edward rushed forward to catch her. As he held her, he heard her sob weakly,

"Edward, Jasmine really can't tolerate me."

"Everything has already been decided. Even that bracelet is being brought back. I'm really going to be married off. However, I don't want to leave you."

He pulled her tightly into his arms, his voice soft with comfort. "It won't happen. I won't let you get married.

"Didn't I promise you? Until you grow up, you won't marry. And I won't take a wife."

Then he turned his head to look at me, his gaze full of accusation.

"Jasmine, this whole engagement of Tracy's started because of you. Go tell Mr. Lewis to cancel it right now.

"Otherwise, at the family banquet the day after tomorrow, I will not hit your handkerchief."

Tracy kept sobbing, her face pale as if she might faint at any moment.

Edward quickly bent down and lifted her into his arms. Without waiting for my reply, he turned and strode out.

I pulled my gaze back and looked down at the wrinkles on my sleeve.

A perfectly good dress, ruined by him.

Just like everything between us over the years. He ruined that, too.

"Mrs. Roberts, make a new one overnight. Don't let it delay the engagement banquet."

…

A day passed, and Tracy still did not come home.

By evening, I already hung up the new dress. A maid brought in dinner.

I barely took a few bites when Edward walked in, his face icy.

"Tracy hasn't come back all day, and you're not even looking for her?"

My expression stayed calm.

"In the entire capital, who doesn't know that Miss Tracy stayed at your residence last night?

"Mr. Shaw, you had a luxury suite prepared for her. You sent her all kinds of expensive cosmetics and jewelry. Boxes of pearls and gemstones, one after another."

Edward let out a low scoff.

"Tracy's young. It's normal for her to act a little bold."

"However, she still cares about you. As her sister, you should be more generous. Take the initiative and apologize to her."

I set down my utensils and looked up at him.

"Apologize for what?"

"You still don't understand what you did wrong?" Edward slammed his fist onto the table.

"You secretly arranged a marriage for her. Isn't it because I used to favor her? However, she's young, and she's your sister. Why would you hold a grudge against a child?

"I've already calmed her down. After tomorrow's family banquet, you can apologize to her. Just say a few soft words. She's simple. She'll forgive you."

He made it sound so easy. I let out a small laugh.

"Sounds like tomorrow, Mr. Shaw, you'll miss again."

Edward frowned. "I'm talking to you about Tracy. Why are you bringing up the shooting?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes landed on the dress hanging behind me.

"It's still here? Didn't I say there wouldn't be an engagement until I hit your handkerchief?

"The handkerchief; Why haven't you sent it to the shooting grounds yet?"

He strode over, reaching out as if to take it down.

Only then did I remember. I was so busy with the engagement that I forgot to throw the handkerchief away.

"Don't touch it."

Edward's fingers paused, then he withdrew his hand.

"Right. Every year, you hang it up yourself. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to do it."

A faint smile curled on his lips as he turned and walked out, hands clasped behind his back.

"Tomorrow, I'll bring Tracy with me to the shooting. She's been crying over this marriage. I should find a way to cheer her up."

"Jasmine, you should prepare yourself. This time, I probably still won't hit your handkerchief.

"However, don't worry. Next year, I definitely will. And when that happens, I'll marry you in grand style."

The door opened. His figure disappeared into the moonlight, swallowed by the night.

I lowered my head and took another sip of soup, then casually told the maid, "Burn the handkerchief.

"It's useless to keep it anyway."

On the day of the family banquet, the house was packed with guests.

The bullets were set. Rows of handkerchiefs hung tied with red silk.

Edward stood with a gun in his hand. Beside him was Tracy, dressed in bright red.

Her cheeks flushed shyly.

"Edward, I'm a little scared of the gunshots. What should I do?"

Edward pulled her into his arms and smiled. "I'm here. What are you afraid of?"

However, the moment he finished speaking, he froze. He pointed toward the center of the front row.

"Over there! Why is one handkerchief missing?"

A servant answered, "Mr. Shaw, that's Miss Jasmine's spot. Other young ladies wouldn't dare hang theirs there."

Edward's expression relaxed slightly.

However, the time already came. If they were late, no more handkerchiefs could be added.

He looked around the crowd impatiently, but could not find that plain, quiet figure.

"Where is Jasmine? Why hasn't she hung her handkerchief yet?"

At that moment, a servant from the Lewis family hurried over, looking apologetic.

"Mr. Shaw, today the Lewis family is celebrating an engagement, so-"

"How dare you!"

Tracy's eyes instantly turned red. Edward cut in sharply,

"Miss Tracy is right here. What engagement are you talking about?"

The servant looked up, confused.

"What does that have to do with Miss Tracy? The one getting engaged."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Miss Jasmine."