Fit For Your Love

Joan looked at the person who opened her eyes in the mirror.

Melody's makeup was done. The stylist was doing her hair and the makeup artist was doing her nails.

Melody looked at herself in the mirror. Her delicate makeup made her look gorgeous.

Today, she wanted to show Everett her most beautiful side, but he wasn't here.

He didn't see her like this.

She would let the whole world see her.

In that case, he would see her too.

"There's no groom at the wedding today."

In an instant, the room became quiet.

The makeup artist, the stylist, and the wedding planner all looked at Melody in shock.

They couldn't believe it.

They were shocked.

How could there be no groom on the wedding day?

Was this a joke?

Joan's face changed instantly. "Melody, you..."

"The wedding will continue as it should be. It's just the groom will be absent. But it doesn't matter. It is still my wedding."

Melody didn't care about losing face today.

Joan's face changed again and again, and her mind was almost blank.

How could she say it didn't matter?

This was very important!

Joan was racking her brains and she quickly said, "I'm going to find Everett!"

She turned and walked out.

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Joan stopped.

Melody looked at her. "From today on, the whole world will know I am Everett's wife."

Therefore, whether Everett came or not didn't matter, as long as this wedding happened.

The sky was turning bright in the east and the sun broke through the clouds. The golden light shone on the beautiful city and fell on the blue sea, sparkling.

Preston washed up at the hotel, put on his suit, opened the door, and went out.

When he went out, he passed by the room next to him. He stopped but left.

Everett must have left.

He should be on his way to pick up Melody.

Preston curved his lips, walked out of the hotel, and stopped a taxi to the wedding.

The wedding was held at the seaside, and the shed that was set up for the wedding site was torn down at one or two in the morning.

Now, there were no artificial traces, but all beautiful garlands, balloons, white yarn, and the red carpet.

It was very beautiful.

Like a dream.

The taxi quickly stopped outside the hotel.

Preston got out of the car.

As soon as he got out of the car, he heard the sound of shutters, and countless lights flashed past his eyes.

Preston narrowed his eyes and looked over.

He was startled.

Dozens of reporters were taking photos of him.

He didn't seem to be here for the wedding, but for an event he held.

Seeing this, Preston raised his eyebrows, then curved his lips, raised his hand, greeted the media, and walked over.

The red carpet spread from the door of the hotel to the wedding venue.

A lot of people had arrived.

They gathered in twos and threes to talk.

Preston looked around, unsure whether to smile or not.

It was such a grand occasion. Media agencies, domestic and abroad, the big shots in the entertainment industry and the business world, as well as some domestic politicians all came. It looked like the wedding had attracted much attention.

Soon, someone saw Preston and immediately came over to talk to him.

Preston also knew the man and started talking to him.

Time ticked by. At 10:30, someone said, "They are here! They are here!" Preston looked over.