Skye Brown saw the looks from her mother-in-law and sister-in-law, and imdiately felt utterly embarrassed.
She pulled Dylan Wellington over and used him as a shield.
But even so, her face still felt burning hot, and she couldn’t lift her head.
It was all Dylan Wellington’s fault, being so unrestrained, and claiming this way no one else would covet her.
He left so many love bites on her neck, it was infuriating.
Mandy Jenkins and Joan Wellington were also blushing fiercely, feeling Dylan Wellington was quite unreliable.
The two of them sent Dylan Wellington to the front desk, and Joan Wellington personally helped Skye Brown cover the love bites on her neck and collarbone with concealer.
With Joan Wellington and the makeup artist’s help, Skye Brown’s "red marks" were finally covered up, and even the makeup on her face was refreshed.
It’s just... she indeed felt weak in the legs. Dylan Wellington was usually quite energetic in bed, and he never held back in exhausting her.
Just now in front of the makeup mirror, maybe he was excited because they were getting married today... and he exhausted her quite a bit again.
So now, Skye, in her seven-inch high diamond-studded heels, felt like she could fall straight down with every step.
"Might as well not wear them, better to wear sneakers!" Skye suddenly took off her high heels and put on the sneakers she wore this morning before makeup and changing clothes.
After all, with the wedding dress train so long, her height being over 160 cm isn’t short, and even if Dylan Wellington is very tall, that’s just the cutest height difference.
Without a second thought, Skye slipped into her sneakers so quickly that Mandy Jenkins and Joan Wellington didn’t have ti to stop her.
What woman doesn’t want to be a princess on her wedding day, wearing a flawless wedding dress, stepping into the wedding hall with her beloved in glass crystal heels?
Wearing sneakers... well, that’s really just Skye’s style.
Skye, of course, wasn’t aware of Mandy Jenkins and Joan Wellington’s thoughts.
She was always a carefree and independent person, if sneakers are comfortable and don’t affect the look, that’s what she’ll wear.
The wedding finally officially began...
The bustling and grand banquet hall suddenly dimd.
The previously lively and cheerful live symphony turned into a solemn wedding march.
At this mont, the ceiling of the banquet hall suddenly lit up with countless tiny lights, the entire do resembling a beautiful starry night sky.
Beneath the sky, stood the groom Dylan Wellington at the end of the stage.
His stunningly handso features, demonic and aloof, stood there captivating every guest’s attention.
Although everyone knew he couldn’t see, and his gaze should be void and unfocused.
Yet people could still see an unruly arrogance in his eyes.
At this mont, the banquet hall doors were pushed open by a waiter from outside.
In a pure white, luxurious, and elegant wedding dress, Skye Brown appeared before everyone’s eyes.
"Wow— the bride is so beautiful!"
"So gorgeous!"
"Like a fairy..."
The guests’ exclamations of awe intertwined in the banquet hall, and Dylan Wellington hearing the sound, couldn’t help but curl a mischievous smile with his thin lips.
He knew it, his Skye would be stunning tonight.
Even though he couldn’t see, he had already imagined her look in his mind, painted her charming and lovely image.
The wedding dress Skye wore was specially made by a famous international designer, just embroidering the roses on the dress hem and veil took more than 1000 hours.
And now, she appeared at the banquet hall entrance, standing gracefully.
The long veil trailing on the floor, with a pair of adorable little flower girls holding her train behind her.
As the bride lifted her train and walked inside, everyone’s gaze gradually cleared the sight of the little flower girls following behind her.
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