Seeing the situation.
Isabella Lindsey couldn't help but teasingly whisper behind him, "You've stolen the spotlight from Mom and Dad since you came back."
"It's Grandma who's eager to find you a husband." Marco bantered with her.
"..." Isabella Lindsey dared not say much more, as it was the wedding ceremony now.
Mom and Dad were devoutly kneeling in front of the elders, serving tea, bowing to each other, drinking cross-cup wine...
All were the most traditional and simplest procedures.
But from it, Isabella Lindsey could see Dad's love for Mom.
His affectionate gaze never left her for a second.
And she was careful, as if it was her first time getting married, adorably shy.
While drinking cross-cup wine, she almost trembled and dropped the glass, but he swiftly steadied her, "Honey, don't get too excited."
"..." Penny really wanted to say she was annoyed, but somewhat feared this aristocratic family, always feeling a sense of inferiority, as if she was climbing too high.
