While Lin Kuang and the Liu sisters were chatting, important figures began to arrive one after another. After Lin Kuang's earlier outburst, no one was foolish enough to bother him.
Around nine o'clock, Lin Guo'er made her entrance, gliding into the grand hall in a white evening gown. As the prospective bride, she was the natural focal point of the ceremony. Her innate beauty only served to make her the most eye-catching person in the room.
Though she had never attended such a ceremony, Lin Guo'er saw it for what it was: a large-scale social gathering, an environment to which she was no stranger. Consequently, her performance was commendable. She maintained a constant smile, doing her utmost to project a ladylike demeanor.
Inwardly, she was cursing her head off. She had been smiling nonstop since the evening began, and her face was about to freeze stiff. The feeling was absolutely unbearable.
