The city walls were already decorated in advance. When the music played, the first pair of newlyweds came onto the stage, smiling as they made their way down the red carpet.
Pairs and pairs of newlyweds came onstage one after another. Each pair seemed as if they were meant to be for each other. Envious, I couldn't help sending my blessings to them from the bottom of my heart.
A few girls that were watching the ceremony shed tears looking at the newlyweds.
One didn't need to involve grand gestures to express love. Sometimes, love was just about feeling each other's presence and appreciating them for being there. Wasn't that magical?
"Miss Moanna, two female models had gotten into an accident. I'm afraid they won't be able to make it!"
I was completely immersed in watching the grand wedding. It took me a few seconds to process the anxious voice I had just heard.
"What? Why does this have to happen now?" The assistant next to Anne, Jackie, got anxious. "Go find someone to replace them! What are you waiting for? Go!" "I've already contacted some people, but many shows were postponed as they were afraid of the Cultural City show stealing their spotlight. It will take at least an hour for anyone to get here. I'm afraid they won't make it in time..."
Jackie's anxiousness grew. "I don't care. Handle this immediately. Get them ready and on stage as soon as possible. The show must go on no matter what!"
"This..."
"Forget it." Anne saw through the dilemma of the messenger and stopped Jackie. "Jackie, I know you've spent a lot of effort on the show, but this is an accident. No one is to blame. It's not their fault either. Let's think of another way..."
Jackie sighed. After calming down, a thought came to mind. "Why don't we just let the 97 pairs of newlyweds go on stage? There are way too many for the audience to notice the missing two, don't you think so?"
"No," Josiah, who had been silent, said, "The opening ceremony is being streamed live on dozens of top media platforms. If we do that, we're only throwing every effort down the drain."
Anne nodded slightly and frowned but didn't reply.
"What's wrong?" I couldn't help but interrupt, thinking that I might be able to help, "What models? Aren't those on stage all newlyweds?"
"Not all of them," Josiah explained, "For the performance, except for the first few online celebrity couples on the Internet, the rest are models and actors. Perfect facial features and appearances can often play unexpected roles."
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