Comforting herself like this, Lydia Brooke put on her wedding dress and high heels, applied light makeup, and styled her hair up.
Looking at herself like this, Lydia Brooke giggled foolishly.
"From now on, you will be Jorge's wife. Are you happy, Lydia Brooke? Meeting Jorge in this life is your luck; be happy, okay?"
Wearing the wedding dress, the wedding car that was booked yesterday was already waiting at the door, and as Lydia Brooke walked over, the driver immediately stepped down like a gentleman to open the car door for her.
"Miss, you look really beautiful today. Wishing you a happy wedding."
Fluently expressing blessings in English.
Lydia Brooke thanked the driver, and the car started, heading towards the church.
Holding her phone, Lydia Brooke sent a text message to Jorge Saxton, sitting in the back seat of the car laughing foolishly.
"Jorge, I'm on my way to the church, waiting for you to come marry me."
