Trenton Smith stood at the entrance of the castle, patiently waiting for once.
Norton Foster stood beside him, having been sent over by Amelia Miller to be part of Trenton Smith's groomsmen. At that moment, he also had the strange illusion of waiting for his bride. It was truly bizarre.
At a quarter past ten, the wedding car carrying Norris Moore finally arrived.
As the groom, Trenton Smith leaned forward and personally opened the car door, taking Norris Moore's extended hand from inside the car.
The morning she first opened her eyes, she did not see Trenton Smith.
It was also the first time she saw him in a white suit.
His hair was meticulously combed back, exposing a face more dazzling and noble than the sunlight.
She glanced at him, her heartbeat fluttering slightly, and could not help but stare in awe.
Trenton Smith reached out and lifted her from the car, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "What's wrong?"
