Cecilia Vaughn saw those absurd comments by the keyboard warriors, a cold smile curling at her lips, then turned off Weibo.
Perhaps the world is just this absurd, mocking poverty but not adultery. They use 'true love' as a pretext for affairs, as if the ones hurt should be self-reflecting instead.
She walked downstairs and saw Adrian Law in his elegant attire.
"Adrian, are we leaving now?"
The man gave her a glance, smiled lightly, and shook his head.
"No, let's wait a bit more."
"..."
Cecilia was speechless. Though the wedding ceremony officially started at eight in the evening, Stellerton was quite a distance from the Isle of Whispers in the Northern Vesperian Ocean. If they were late, they would miss quite a show, wouldn't they?
Adrian waved Cecilia over, indicating for her to come.
"Look at these dresses, which one do you like?"
Cecilia was stunned to find lots of boxes in front of Adrian, varying in size.
