The restaurant was carpeted with a beautiful red that stretched beyond the intricately carved screens. At this moment, there was a woman in a white dress standing there, her figure graceful and elegant, holding a bouquet of pink and tender flowers in her hand, her face adorned with a shy yet joyful smile.
Purple held Aria Jackson's arm tightly, her excitement evident: "The bride looks so pretty!"
Aria Jackson was speechless: "It's not like you don't know her!"
"But today feels extra special!" Purple laughed, pointing to Marcel Jefferson waiting on the stage, "Look, Marcel is absolutely spellbound!"
The music suddenly changed, and all the guests in the hall quieted down together. To the solemn yet happy melody, the bride walked slowly towards the groom, arm in arm with her father.