His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 887

The grand and romantic carriage came to a smooth stop outside the church, its wheels kissing the red carpet laid out in welcome.

The Ashbourne brothers, along with Chasel, Jason, Gordon, and others, had gathered early, their faces alight with joy. They tossed crimson rose petals into the azure sky, each gesture a testament to their joy and affection.

They stood like knights for a princess, their mere presence a stunning tableau that could dazzle any viewer, each one a unique spectacle in their own right.

As petals fell like poetry and birds sliced through the sky, Marilla Abernathy, adorned with a tiara, looked every bit the princess of the world. And her dashing brothers stood by, the knights sworn to protect her.

"The bride is truly beautiful," Arnold couldn't help but sigh with admiration.

"She is. Jareth is a lucky man," Chasel remarked, his eyes shimmering with a hint of envy.

"I really should attend more of these. When it's my turn, I'll have plenty of inspiration and won't be caught like a deer in the headlights."

Arnold committed every detail to memory, his lips curling up as he pondered his own plans.

"oh, from your words, is your day approaching too?" Chasel asked, a glint of happiness in his eyes.

"Indeed, I've started thinking about it."

Arnold leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, "Keep this between us, but I want to surprise my darling with something special."

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed. If I spill even a word, I won't be a Bright anymore!"

"Of course, you're not a Bright. You're an Ashbourne now," Arnold teased, raising an eyebrow.

Chasel's heart raced, his cheeks flushing as red as the petals underfoot.

At this moment, Frederic Abernathy, clad in a sharp suit, stood ready at the center of the red carpet, poised to escort his daughter down the aisle.

This man, nearing sixty, had devoted himself to a regimen of fitness and diet for two months, all to present the best version of himself for his daughter's big day. He had even dyed his hair and groomed his eyebrows, leaving nothing to chance.

Marilla, though appearing strong, was in fact quite frail, trembling even at the simple act of stepping down from the carriage.