"Thank you." I didn't care what kind of mindset Queenie had. I was just being polite and courteous. In front of Grandpa, I didn't want to have any major conflict with her. Eleanor acted like she hadn't seen anything and only spoke to Mr. Richard. On the other hand, Caden closely monitored his mother. After what had happened before, he was always on guard against those two women, afraid they'd do something harmful to Mr. Richard again. The few of us had lunch together at the old mansion. During the meal, Queenie didn't say a word. Even when she looked up, it was mostly at me. Instead, it was Caden and Mr. Richard who kept serving me food. After finishing that stifling meal, I went to the poolside. I just wanted to get some fresh air, maybe see if any new inspiration would strike for my designs—but Queenie soon followed. She stood beside me as if nothing had happened and said, "Well, well, the great champion is enjoying the view all alone, huh?" "Yeah." I glanced at her nonchalantly, stretching my arms with my hands crossed. "I'm just admiring the view, thinking about design ideas. Are you planning to swim?" Queenie chuckled. "I don't have the kind of leisure time you do. But I wouldn't mind ... helping you take a dip!" As she said that, she had already taken a few subtle steps toward me, her hand quietly reaching behind my back. "Rosaline, go to hell!" Her expression changed as she suddenly shouted and tried to push me into the pool, but I had already stepped aside in a flash. Queenie's face twisted in shock. She tried to pull her arm back, but it was too late. She lost her balance and fell straight into the water. This clueless heiress really underestimated me. I'd already noticed her little tricks and was on guard. With my Alpha-level perception, there's no way I'd let her sneak up on me like that. Splash—A huge wave of water erupted from the pool as Queenie thrashed around wildly. "H-help ... Help me ... " Every time Queenie surfaced, she struggled to call for help. I watched her coldly, silently counting the seconds. She had already swallowed quite a bit of water, her face was pale, and her cries for help were growing weaker. When I figured it was enough, I jumped in, dragged her to the edge of the pool, and pushed her up. Queenie lay on the poolside, coughing violently. It looked like she'd gotten quite a bit of water in her lungs—her face twisted in pain. Her once meticulously made-up face had become smeared and messy, with her hair and clothes soaked through. She looked downright pathetic. "Had enough?" I folded my arms and looked down at her with indifference. Queenie snapped her head up, her eyes red with rage. "Rosaline, you're despicable!" "Despicable?" I let out a laugh and looked at her like she was an idiot. "If anyone's despicable here, it's you, isn't it? You and Eleanor teamed up to frame an Alpha, and then you tried to push me into the pool. From start to finish, the only one playing dirty is you. Let me tell you something, Queenie—don't think no one can see through your little tricks. This was just a warning. If you try anything with me again, next time it won't end this easily." With that, I turned and walked away, leaving her there without a care whether she'd catch a cold or not. Back in the guest room at the old mansion, I changed into clean clothes. Just as I was heading out, I ran into Caden walking toward me. He noticed the damp ends of my hair and gave me a puzzled look. "What happened?" "It's nothing. Queenie tried to push me into the pool, but I let her fall in herself," I said it casually, but Caden's frown eased right away. He looked at me for a moment and then suddenly burst out laughing. "What's wrong?" I asked, a little confused. "What are you laughing at?" "Nothing, nothing," he said, waving it off. "I just didn't expect this side of you." I found it strange, but I didn't care. I went back to the room, fiddled with something for a bit, then hugged a notebook to my chest with a mysterious smile, grabbed his hand, and pulled him out to the garden. Caden followed me to the grassy area, clearly puzzled. "What's going on? Why are we out here all of a sudden?""Look," I said, finally loosening my grip and handing him the notebook. It was my design book. Inside was a sketch of a wedding dress—pleated with a gradient of colors. I'd used a special type of paint, so under the light, the skirt shimmered with a rainbow-like gradient. Caden stared at the design, a look of amazement crossing his face. "Do you like it? There's an even bigger surprise." I grinned, then ran back to the room and changed into the very wedding dress I had sewn by hand. When I returned to the garden, the moment he saw me, Caden was completely stunned. It wasn't until I stood in front of him and asked if the dress looked good that this heir to Eclipse Pack seemed to snap out of his daze, nodding repeatedly like he'd just woken from a dream. "It's beautiful. Whatever you wear is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." I lowered my head and smiled shyly. "I initially designed this for the engagement ceremony. I'm showing it to you early. Should I make another one for the actual day?" Caden's eyes sparkled with admiration. He reached out, wrapped an arm around my waist, and looked at me deeply. "No need. Let this be the one. As long as it's you wearing it, it'll always be perfect—even if I've already seen it." "Okay, then I'll wear this one." I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a sweet kiss.