Emma Moreland returned to the wedding hall, and the wedding had already started.
On the stage, which was the focus of everyone's attention, Melody Sheffield wore a wedding dress, her smile blissful and sweet.
Because she maintained fitness for years, her figure hadn't changed, perfectly proportioned, and though there were some traces of time on her face, which slightly marred her beauty, it added to her charm. Even if she were an old lady, she'd be an elegant and enchanting one.
Samuel Clark's mouth hadn't closed since he stepped on the stage; anyone could see he was genuinely happy.
Many glances, intentionally or unintentionally, fell on Edmund Wilson. The person he once discarded like old shoes was now treasured by others; what could he be thinking?
Edmund Wilson's face was calm, but perceptive people would notice that the bottle of white wine in front of him was already half empty.
On the wedding stage, the newlyweds exchanged rings, and someone below shouted, "Kiss!"
