Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1791 Secretly Planning The Wedding

Chapter 1791 Secretly Planning the Wedding

"In the past, the girl with dirty braids, standing out in the crowd, not only dressed uniquely but also had

a unique temperament. Do you remember when you had a fight with Ivan?" Jennifer smiled as she

looked at her.

"Wasn't that just me standing up for you?" Mya reached out and poked her on the shoulder, answering

with a smile. "Anyone who dares to bully our Jennifer, I'll fight them!"

Jennifer was amused by her, their sisterly bond ran deep.

Today, Jennifer and Ivan, under the generous hospitality of the Russell family elders, stayed for dinner

before leaving. They briefed the Russell family elders on Claire's situation on Lu Layeka's side, and

everyone grew more and more at ease.

Girls grow up; after all, they are to be married, and the most important thing is to choose the right

person.

As the moon set and the sun rose, a brand new day arrived.

After tending to the large rose garden in the yard, Algerone slept at home for the night, went to the

company in the early morning, and returned to the hospital right after the morning meeting.

He even queued to buy some fragrant red bean cakes; he paid great attention to details.

All of this came from his heart; he wanted to treat Belinda well.

Early in the morning, Tristan and Monica came out of the hospital excitedly and got into the car.

She sat in the front passenger seat and reached out to activate the navigation. "Is this the location?"

"Yes, it's under the Marsh Group," Tristan said to her. "Give the person in charge a call, ask if he's in

today."

"Alright, you reminding me is a good thing; I almost forgot. It's the weekend today."

After Monica activated the navigation, Tristan started the car.

She dialed the number and, in no time, the person on the other end picked up. "Hello, this is Everlove,

I'm the person in charge, Newson."

"Mr. Newson, this is Tristan Mr. Norwell, we've been in contact before," Monica's voice was gentle and

pleasant.

"Oh, I see, are you planning to come over?"

"Yes, we're getting ready to set off; we wanted to ask if you are at the company today, are you

working?" Monica's tone was very polite.

The other party was also very friendly, "I'm off today, but I can head over now; see you at the company

in a while."

"Thank you."

"Not at all, it's the least I can do. See you in a while," the person said before hanging up, understanding

their urgency.

When Tristan and Monica arrived by car, Newson had already arrived early.

Knowing it was Mr. Norwell and Mr. Marsh's nephew, he didn't dare to be negligent for a moment. He

warmly welcomed them as soon as they entered and then led them to the VIP lounge, personally

discussing the various plans they had previously drafted with them.

"Mr. Norwell, Ms. Swain, could you provide some photos of Mr. Swain and Ms. Bryton from when they

were young?" Newson smiled and said, "If you can provide some photos, this wedding will be perfect.

We can help them cherish the present even more."

Monica glanced at Tristan and then looked at Newson, "I'll try to find some, because they've been apart

for many years, those photos might have been destroyed in a fit of anger."

"Alright, do your best." Newson handed over two proposals, "Take a look; one is a detailed plan for a Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

fresh lawn wedding, and the other is for a church wedding. Which one do you think is better?"

"I think we can go with something simpler," Monica said, taking the proposals. She then shared her

thoughts about a more down-to-earth approach:

"Simplicity doesn't mean being perfunctory. I just think we can do it in the most down-to-earth way, after

all, young people like grandeur. By then, inviting some old friends of the two, mutual friends, or former

classmates who witnessed their previous wedding, going through the process with family, can evoke

past memories. After all, happiness is one's own affair, and more guests don't necessarily make it

better; sometimes too many people can make one feel at a loss."