Fit For Your Love

An endless row of wedding cars drove by.

The front-most wedding car was Lykanhype, super car, limited edition. Only seven of these cars were made in the world.

Not to mention its high price, the most important thing was that you couldn't buy it even if you wanted to.

It was followed by the Siebel sports cars.

The rearview mirrors of every wedding car were tied with white gauze bows, which fluttered in the wind.

It was quiet all around.

Everyone looked at the wedding car coming in and at the couple about to get off.

Preston also watched, with his hand in his pocket.

Everett didn't want this wedding, but because of Olivia, he compromised.

In his memory, Everett had never compromised with anyone. This was the first time.

Because of a woman.

He didn't know what to say.

Because of this mood, he couldn't laugh for a moment.

He should have laughed.

He should have blessed them.

When the car stopped, the media reporters immediately took photos of the wedding car with their cameras. For a moment, there were sounds of shutter all around. Soon the door opened and the one in the driver's seat got out.

All of a sudden, the shutter sounded even faster.

But when they saw the person who got out of the car, they all quieted down.

The reporters and guests all looked at the person who got out of the car, their eyes wide open, forgetting what they were going to do.

Preston's brows tightened as he looked at the person getting out of the car.

When the wedding car went to pick up the bride, the driver should be the groom.

However, the person in the driver's seat was not the groom, but Joan.

Melody's assistant.

What was going on?

Joan went to the passenger seat, opened the door, and Melody got out of the car in her wedding dress.

The dress was white, and the tiny diamonds on it sparkled in the sun.

She wore a veil on her head, which trailed along with the wedding dress, and she was as beautiful as a painting.

At this moment, the reporters came to their senses. They immediately pressed the shutter button, and the continuous click sounded again.

Although they didn't see the groom, but when the bride appeared, the groom would definitely appear.

The bridesmaids behind came up and followed Melody, carrying the train of her long dress, and they walked into the hotel.

When Melody entered the hotel, the wedding director came over and seated the guests. The wedding started at 11 o'clock on time.

Everyone was seated, and each seat had the guest's name on it.

One couldn't sit wherever they wanted.

The service staff led everyone to their seats, and Preston took his seat too.

He sat in the second row and third seat on the left.

In the first row sat the relatives of the Weston Family and the Johnsons.

In the second row were the business and political elite.

People in the third row were slightly inferior, and so on.

Soon, everyone sat down and spoke in a low voice.

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"No, what about you?"

"Neither did we."

"This wedding is about to begin, but Mr. Weston hasn't shown up yet. Is he planning a surprise?"

"Probably."

Preston frowned at this.

There would be no surprises, but there might be a shock.

Soon the wedding march sounded and the guests looked back.

At the end of the red carpet, Melody walked out with her father on her arm.

She held the flowers in her hands, and the white veil covered her face, adding a hint of hazy beauty.

Behind them followed the flower children, who were carrying baskets of colorful petals. As they walked, they strewed them, and the air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of flowers.

However,

now that the bride already walked out, where was the groom?

Why hadn't the groom come out yet?

Could the surprise still be in store?

The guests looked confused.

Preston, on the other hand, looked at Melody's father. His face clouded over that he did not look like he was marrying his daughter, but rather like someone owed him.

Seeing this, Preston could conclude that Everett would not come.

He turned around, picked up his phone, and sent a message to Everett.

He wanted to know where Everett was now.

Did he find Olivia?