Arwen no longer wanted to get bothered by Catrin's sick obsession.
Since she has already walked past that phase, she better not think about it again and make herself feel useless.
"It's fine," she said pressing a soft, warm smile over her lips. Her gaze darted to look at the seven troubled faces. "There is no need to retrieve it anymore. I have already ended that engagement and there is no chance of me returning to it."
As she said, Harris chimed in. "Oh yes, Queen Sister, we saw the news of the engagement denial and we even saw you posting that you are married. Is it true?"
They haven't got the chance to confirm with her.
At that time when they saw it online, they were still reeling from self-appointment.
"What do you think?" Arwen raised a brow at him. "I can't possibly fake a marriage certificate. Can I?"
Everyone was taken aback. Even though they had already expected it, still somewhere, they held the hope in the possibility that maybe she was faking it.
