Eleanor Sterling found it somewhat amusing.
It seemed like Alaric Faulkner and the children were spoiling her, afraid she’d be wronged by public opinion?
Following behind Alaric Faulkner and Eleanor Sterling were Estelle Sterling and Caleb Faulkner, both dressed in black suits.
Although they were still young, they already showed a hint of the grace of young masters from a prominent family.
Their appearance instantly captured everyone’s attention.
After all, the matters of the Faulkner Family had been quite the uproar, and this was their first time appearing together in public.
Many reporters hurriedly raised their cameras, furiously snapping photos of the two.
Eleanor Sterling and Alaric Faulkner were already persons of interest, and photos of them would surely make big news.
"This is the mother of the little prince from the Faulkner Family scandal in Aethelgard."
"She truly is beautiful, as stunning as the big star Claire Truman."
"Indeed, are both those children hers?"
"Now that the children have returned to their roots, I hear the wedding between Alaric Faulkner and her is already on the agenda, with the Faulkner matriarch personally announcing it will occur immediately."
"Look, even though both gave birth to children, Eleanor Sterling and Yvette Ray are different."
Reporters gazed at Eleanor Sterling, radiant as she was led by Alaric Faulkner with the two children in tow, with expressions of awe and reflection.
Eleanor Sterling and Alaric Faulkner walked hand in hand towards Ronan Keating and Claire Truman.
Despite some past unpleasantness between Eleanor Sterling and Ronan Keating because of Yvette Ray, Eleanor still approached with a subtle smile to offer her congratulations.
After all, her upcoming spectacle required Ronan Keating’s participation, and she could afford him some courtesy now.
"Mr. Keating, congratulations on your marriage. I wish you and Miss Claire a lifetime of happiness together."
Ronan Keating’s expression remained cold, not showing much joy. He felt Eleanor Sterling’s smile carried some deeper meaning, an indescribable oddity.
He speculated it might be because of Yvette Ray.
After all, Eleanor Sterling was Yvette Ray’s good friend; now that he’s getting married, Eleanor likely felt it was unfair to her friend and thus felt insincere in her congratulations.
Claire Truman, however, wasn’t overthinking it. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss Sterling. There are a lot of guests here today, so excuse us if we haven’t been attentive enough."
Though she once brawled with Eleanor Sterling in Lyria, Claire maintained her decorum under the public eye, pretending nothing had happened.
Eleanor Sterling politely replied, "It’s alright, I can always entertain myself."
Claire Truman took a cocktail from a nearby servant’s tray and handed it to Eleanor Sterling, then smiled and said, "Miss Sterling, we may have had some misunderstandings in the past.
Today, let’s bury the hatchet with a smile and remain good friends."
Eleanor Sterling glanced at the glass in her hand but did not take it, her smile growing colder.
"I don’t see the need, considering soon enough, you probably won’t want to be friends."
Claire Truman frowned instinctively upon hearing this.
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With this thought, Claire Truman’s face instantly darkened.
Her gaze turned nearly piercing as she glared at Eleanor Sterling, speaking coldly, "Miss Sterling, Ronan and I are already registered, and today’s banquet is just to formalize things publicly.
Even if you cause a scene, it won’t affect our relationship; it would only bring... disgrace upon herself."
Eleanor Sterling chuckled, "Claire, aren’t you overthinking it? No one wants to steal your husband; he’s not Yvette’s type."