Atlas stood motionless at the small altar, dressed in a white tuxedo. His expression was the same as always—not smiling, not frowning. Stoic. But the moment he saw Lola, that stoic mask softened. His eyes gentled, and the tension in his shoulders eased.
Beside him, his children were also in white. Second wore a miniature version of his father's tuxedo, while Chacha wore a tiny dress mirroring her mother's, complete with glittery ruffles on the skirt.
Seeing them made Lola freeze on the spot. Her face softened, and another tear slipped down as she stared at the future waiting for her at the end of the aisle.
"Ready?" Charles asked quietly beside her, waiting for her to turn.
Lola faced him and smiled, nodding. Then she turned to Allison, who was also smiling at her affectionately.
