"Baby, please believe , you look great, incredibly beautiful right now."
"Oh, stop it..."
Why was she speaking so affectionately? Didn’t she know he blushed so easily?
Howard once again held Becca’s charming face, gazing deeply into her eyes.
From Howard’s deep black eyes, like the vortex of the ocean depths, Becca knew exactly what he wanted to do at that mont.
She watched him slowly lower his handso face, closing her eyes with a heart full of excitent.
Today, everything seed so nerve-wracking, as if it were the first ti doing all these things with him.
Just as his thin lips were about to touch hers, the surrounding area began to buzz with giggles and laughs.
Becca suddenly opened her eyes and pushed him away, "It seems like soone is here..."
Howard glanced around with the corners of his eyes.
In an instant, everyone hiding around the corner revealed themselves...
Isabella leaned on Christine’s shoulder at this mont, blissfully saying, "It truly looks like a scene from a fairy tale... the prince kissing the princess."
Christine pretended to be displeased, emphasizing, "But it was your laughter that interrupted it."
Christine’s teasing words imdiately caused the servants to burst out laughing.
Becca, bashfully nestling close to Howard, pouted slightly at everyone.
Howard didn’t mind their intrusion. His gentle eyes stayed focused on Becca. At this mont, he reached out his hand, asking tenderly, "MAY/I?"
Becca sweetly smiled and nodded, then gently placed her hand in Howard’s palm.
Sitting in the car on their way to the wedding venue, Becca’s face was constantly illuminated by a happy smile.
Howard sat beside her, fingers interlocked with hers.
Suddenly, Becca leaned softly against Howard’s shoulder, breathing in his pleasant masculine scent mixed with a faint hint of cologne, and contentedly closed her eyes.
Howard turned his face slightly, asking her softly, "Want to sleep?"
Becca shook her head, still leaning on his shoulder. Her voice, softened by the mont’s emotion, beca a bit husky, "I just can’t quite believe it... We’ve missed each other so many tis, gone through so many separations and reunions, and yet we’re finally together."
Howard gently touched his forehead to hers, soothingly whispering, "Silly, you and I are destined to be entangled all my life."
"Mm."
This was Becca’s first ti arriving at a wedding venue.
Getting out of the car, the first thing she saw was the blue sky eting the blue coastline...
Just as she thought the wedding might be set up by the seaside, well-wishing voices began to echo behind her.
Becca turned around imdiately, and at that mont, a scene straight out of a fairy tale ca into view.
Red rose petals fell all over her, arc-shaped arches made of white royal roses appeared in her sight, and beneath the arches was a striking red carpet leading up to an elderly, sacred priest who was lovingly watching them.
As the car drove away, she and he were standing at one end of the red carpet, with family and friends applauding and congratulating them on both sides.
Becca felt disoriented, suddenly feeling like she was in a fairy tale world.
Whether it was the romantic scene before her eyes or the enthusiastic family and friends who looked at them with blessings, everything seed to tell her that today was the day the prince and princess were getting married, and like the ending of every fairy tale, they would live happily ever after together.
"Do you like it?" Howard asked.
Becca nodded vigorously, the overwhelming emotion stuck in her throat, making her unable to speak right now.
Christine, in her elegant white dress, approached Howard and Becca at this mont, teasing Howard, "Mr. Groom, may I, as a family mber, take her aside for a quick chat before you and the bride begin the ceremony?"
Howard smiled, nodding slightly.
Christine then led Becca aside.
Just then, little Andy ran over and hugged Becca. "Mommy..."
Christine squatted down and asked Andrew, "Little darling, didn’t you say you wanted to tell Mommy sothing?"
Andrew nodded.
"Then go ahead!"
Andrew let go of Becca, his handso little face looking up at Mommy’s beautiful face, and in his typically unclear youthful voice, he clearly stated, "I hope Daddy and Mommy never separate, and little Andy can always be with Daddy and Mommy."
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