The wedding was still going on.
Although the sixth and seventh floors were in chaos, it had not affected the lower floors at all.
Purple Summers walked toward Alexander Summers with one hand looped through Christopher Simonson's arm and the other holding delicate pink roses, a smile playing on her lips.
Alexander watched her approach, feeling a fervent heat swelling in his chest.
Her white gown, like layers of petals, swished with every step, seemingly sparkling with countless stars.
A female guest in the crowd suddenly gasped in surprise, "My God, those are diamonds!"
The outer layer of the dress's hem was exquisitely studded with innumerable diamonds, creating the most dazzling and luxurious starlight effect!
Everyone was stunned, feeling as if Purple Summers was walking on the tip of their hearts with each step! If a few diamonds were to fall, that would be pure money!
Those exclamations reached Christopher Simonson's ears, weighing heavily on his heart.