Chapter 167: A Cabin Just For Us

Chapter 167: A Cabin Just For Us
(Gretel's POV)

As soon as we stepped inside the house, we went to the dining table. The maids served us food. Jazmine slid a chair beside mine, looking somehow excited.

The moment she picked up her fork, she leaned toward me like she had been holding something in all this while.

So I wasn’t much surprised when she said, “Okay, we need to start planning our wedding since we're done with pack invigilating now.”

I blinked at her, mid-bite. “Over lunch?”

“Yes,” she insisted. “If we want finesse, we better handle it ourselves. Men suck at details.”

I chuckled. “What kind of details?”

“The important ones. Like the theme of the garden, the layout, the colors—do we want floral, or balloons, or something more elegant?”

She explained, using her fork to gesture dramatically like she was painting a canvas in the air.

I nodded slowly, chewing my food and trying to picture what she meant. “That sounds… complicated.”

“It’s not once you understand it. Start by picking a color scheme. What colors do we want around us on our big day?” She nudged my arm.

I shrugged. “Shouldn’t it match our dresses?”

“Exactly,” she said, beaming. “The whole theme should flow with what we wear.”

I raised a brow. “Aren’t we wearing white?”

Jazmine huffed, as if I had just said something absolutely boring. “Maybe. But if there's a color that makes us glow more, we should go for it. Just imagine us walking in with something that sparkles in the light, like gold or soft blush.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Okay, Miss Fancy.”

She smirked and tossed a napkin at me. “You better not let Devion pick your color palette or we’ll end up with red and black and call it a day.”

I laughed and reached for my juice. “Speaking of Devion, when is Aron arriving?”

“Two days,” she said between bites. “That’s why we have to get these wedding things done now. I won’t be around much when he’s here.”

“Of course,” I teased. “Miss Lovey and Dovey.”

She threw me another napkin. “You’re just jealous.”

“Not at all. I’m actually curious. By the way, when are Mira and Bianca coming too?”

She tilted her head. “Not sure yet. But they better come early. We’ve got bridesmaid dresses to pick for them.”

I nodded, leaning back. “They’d better. We don’t want them looking off-theme.”

“Exactly,” Jazmine agreed. Then her eyes lit up again. “Also, should we do a bachelorette party? Or a bridal shower?”

I considered it, then smiled. “Why not both?”

She clapped her hands softly. “Yes! That’s the spirit. Seems like someone’s finally letting herself enjoy things.”

I sighed softly, but it was a good kind of sigh. “I want to enjoy the good stuff while it lasts.”

Jazmine leaned forward, lowering her voice like we were plotting a heist.

“There’s this beautiful event hall in town. Fancy, classy, with hanging lights and velvet curtains. We should book it for the bridal shower.”

I nodded. “Let’s do it.”

“And for the bachelorette night,” she added, “just us girls in my cozy little room. Blankets everywhere, forgetting about responsibilities, just laughing and talking about boys.”

“That sounds… perfect,” I whispered.

After lunch, I retreated to my room. My body was heavier than usual, the kind of heaviness that came with contentment and a full stomach, I guess.

I lay down, barely remembering when my eyes closed. The softness of the sheets lulled me to sleep.

I woke up to a gentle kiss.

Warm lips brushed my cheek. I blinked my eyes open and found Devion leaning over me, his scent wrapping around me before his voice did.

“I’m back,” he said, “from the pack office. Come, let’s take a stroll.”

I smiled, groggy but happy. “Right now?”

“Yes. The evening’s good for a stroll.”

I didn’t need to ask why. Somehow, I wanted to enjoy a walk with him. So I sat up, fixed my hair lightly, and slipped into something comfortable.

He waited patiently by the door, and together we stepped outside into the cool air of the evening.

It smelled of pine and damp soil, and the trees made soft sounds as the wind blew them.

As we walked past the pack houses, into the woods that curved like a protective wall around the lands, a sudden memory surfaced—me, swimming in the pond, caught off guard by him. Devion.

How embarrassed I was. And how he just stood there, watching with that nasty looking expression. Now things have changed, it seems.

“You remember this place?” he asked quietly as we moved deeper into the woods.

I nodded. “How could I forget so easily?”

“I told myself,” he continued, “that I’d bring you here when I got you back. When things were peaceful.”

I glanced up at him. “I'm glad then.”

We reached a small clearing. Nestled between two tall trees was a quaint wooden cabin. I gasped lightly. It was beautiful.

The front was decorated with fresh flowers. Soft colors—lilac, pale yellow, white. The windows had drawn curtains, and a faint light glowed from inside.

“You did this?” I whispered.

He nodded. “Yes. Let's relax here. For tonight.”

I stepped forward, drawn like a moth to flame. The door creaked as I pushed it open. Inside, warmth embraced us. A fireplace crackled gently, casting shadows onto the stone walls.

Two armchairs faced it, and in the corner sat a small table with fruit, water, and a jar of honey. The air smelled of cedarwood and it looked lovely.

“This is beautiful,” I said, barely above a whisper.

Devion wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I wanted something quiet. Just for us. You deserve that.”

I turned slowly in his arms and looked up. “Wow, you thought so well. Where's the bed?”

“In the cabin bedroom.” He replied me.

I pulled away gently, stepping into the next room. It was simple—wooden walls, soft sheets, a window with gauze curtains that moved in the breeze.

But somehow, it radiated peace. Safety. Love.

I turned back to him and smiled. “I love it, Devion. I really do.”

He stepped into the room, his eyes looking soft. “That's why we'll stay here tonight. No responsibilities. No planning. Just us.”

I nodded, my heart feeling full.

In that moment, it felt quiet and peaceful and as if love radiated between us. I realized this wasn’t just a break from responsibility—it was a place I'd love to be most of the time.

A place where we could enjoy just the two of us.