Before her appeared a perfectly matched couple, the man handsome and tall, dressed in a smoke-blue suit and trousers, gently embracing his delicate wife.
Fiona, too, nestled infinitely tenderly in the man's arms. Despite the cold weather with ice still on the ground, Fiona, pregnant, wore an off-shoulder dress, presenting an image of a naturally frost-resistant fairy.
...
Seeing Fiona's seemingly surprised yet delighted expression, a sense of annoyance welled up in Cecilia Vaughn's heart.
No matter if this invitation was real or fake, had she known Fiona and Tyson Law would be attending, she wouldn't come even if she were paid.
Fiona seemed oblivious to Cecilia Vaughn's impatience, approaching with a charming smile and a voice gentle as a spring nightingale's.
"Sister, where's Adrian? Why isn't he accompanying you?"
