âDamien, Ren, Sera, Syatt, and I. Weâre all your friends,â Cherise added.
As she wrote Syattâs name on the invitation, Cherise remarked, âThere you go, already marked for you.
Your friends are going to sit at a table at your wedding.â
Lyra bit her lip, understanding that Cherise was doing this for her so that she wouldnât have to face the embarrassment of having no relatives or friends at her wedding.
âThank youâ¦â
The wedding was meant to have an auspicious atmosphere for the groom, Zachary, but no specific date had been chosen-it was set for the upcoming weekend in a relaxed manner.
On the day of the wedding, the venue was filled with guests.
Kareen hadnât anticipated such a massive turnout. The crowd was more than twice the size she had imagined, with many uninvited attendees.
Surveying the sea of faces, Kareen sighed with concern. She had assumed that inviting everyone Damien had recommended would be enough. She hadnât planned for the wedding to become a lavish event.
Firstly, the fact that Zachary in a coma wasnât exactly a reason to celebrate.
Secondly, after being expelled from the Miles family, she was working with limited funds. She needed to save as much as possible for Zacharyâs future medical expenses.
But why were there so many unfamiliar faces?
Syatt, yawning, offered a casual explanation, âPerhaps theyâre just here for the spectacle. Your brother, after all, is the bigwig of the Miles Group. These people might just be curious to see the esteemed Miles patriarch getting married while comatose.â
Kareen clenched her fists. âDamn them all,â she spat, a silent vow simmering in her eyes.
Shooting Syatt a withering look, Cherise moved towards Kareen and said, âMaybe theyâre just concerned about your brother. Not all of them have bad intentions.â
After saying that, she glanced at Lyra, stunning in her white wedding gown but with a pale countenance. Cherise was concerned, âIs everything okay?â
Lyra nervously watched people filing into the hall from the second floor. To her surprise, she spotted some familiar faces. Those were her older brothers-first, second, and third.
The Quinell family had shown up! Were they here to drag her back home, mock her for marrying a comatose guy, or sabotage the wedding?
Everything was ready, all that remained was the ceremony. Damien and Cherise had planned a post-
wedding announcement. What if they ruined her wedding?
Lyra was so anxious that she didnât know what to do but didnât dare tell Cherise and Kareen that the unexpected guests were her family.
âIs that Patricia? Sheâs quite attractive. Oblivious to Lyraâs distress, Syatt leaned against the railing on the second floor, yawning as he checked out the middle-aged woman in a purple dress downstairs.
Cherise teased. âPlanning a secret rendezvous with her tonight?â
Syart quickly shook his head. âYouâre joking, right? Iâm a hotshot in my twenties. Maybe in another thirty years. I might find her interesting But, seriously, who knows how sheâll look in thirty years?â
Cherise shook her head in exasperation. Turning, she noticed Lyraâs hands tightly clutching the railing.
her eyebrows furrowed in worry.
Lyraâs reaction was strangely intense. She should be excited today, not nervous. They had been preparing for a week, and Lyra had been enthusiastic the whole time.
Why did she suddenly become nervous with only two hours until the wedding? Cherise asked, âStill nervous?