Chapter 625

Lovely music filled the garden as waiters served refreshments to guests. Tiffany felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation; her heart pounded wildly. Charlie approached, extending his hand. "It's time," he said.

Tiffany took a deep breath, linked her arm with her father's, and walked out. Down the aisle, Richard stood impeccably dressed in a white suit, intricately embroidered with gold—a testament to elegance and power. The sharp lines and tailored fit highlighted his striking features, the crisp white ensemble making his piercing eyes even more captivating, softening his usual stoicism with a magnetic charm.

Tiffany blinked, momentarily dazed by his dashing appearance. She'd always known he was attractive, but he seemed unreal, like a prince from a fairytale. Unbeknownst to her, Richard was equally captivated. The sight of Tiffany in her wedding gown filled him with awe. She looked like a dream, a mesmerizing beauty seemingly unaware of her effect on everyone.

Richard's Adam's apple bobbed as he stepped forward, taking Tiffany's hand from her father. Their eyes locked. After exchanging vows, Richard knelt before her, carefully opening a box to reveal a sparkling diamond ring. He gently took her hand.

Tiffany's face flushed crimson as she became aware of the guests' attention. Richard remained unhurried, his every movement graceful and deliberate. As he slid the ring onto her finger, his touch was so gentle, as if he feared causing the slightest discomfort. Tiffany, growing slightly impatient, subtly moved her hand forward.

Noticing her gesture, Richard chuckled softly. His eyes shimmered, warm with an affection that enveloped her. For a moment, Tiffany was lost in his gaze. Before she could fully register it, she felt a warm touch against her hand; Richard had lowered his head to kiss her ringed finger. The gesture was intimate and deeply devoted.

No one could have imagined that Richard, the aloof and unapproachable man who had always avoided women, would orchestrate such an extravagant celebration—closing streets and lavishing Tiffany with his undivided attention. Before a room full of witnesses, he knelt to kiss her hand with queenly reverence. She wasn't just his bride; she was his everything.

The guests erupted in cheers and applause. The loudest squeals came from Tiffany's cousins, Molly and Daisy, who were her age. Standing among the family, the sisters clutched hands, their faces flushed with bitterness.

"Oh my God, I'm so jealous!" Molly exclaimed.

"This is unbelievable," Daisy added, her voice laced with envy. "How does Tiffany get so lucky? First, she dumped Kenneth, and now she's marrying Richard, the most powerful man in the country. Why can't this happen to me?"

Daisy's voice was low enough that only Molly heard her, but the jealousy was unmistakable.

"Maybe it's just fate," Molly murmured wistfully.

Both sisters glanced at Richard. Despite the lively atmosphere, he remained the undeniable center of attention, exuding sophistication and authority. Their emotions reflected their contrasting thoughts: Molly's eyes shimmered with admiration, while Daisy's burned with envy.

Tiffany blushed when she was kissed. "Now it's my turn," she whispered.

"I can't wait," Richard replied, his eyes filled with love. To him, her every feature was perfect, worthy of endless adoration. Even the faint pink hue of her nails was enchanting. He loved every part of her.

Richard's smile deepened as he stood. Tiffany slid the wedding ring onto his finger. They kissed deeply.

Amidst blessings, Richard scooped Tiffany into his arms.

"Let's head to the reception!" the attendants announced, beaming.

Lighthearted music played. Amid a cascade of flower petals, Richard carried Tiffany outside to a beautifully decorated carriage.

The procession wound through the streets, a grand display accompanied by thunderous cheers. Nearly the entire city turned out to watch, but tight security kept onlookers at a respectful distance.

John scanned the area with a stern expression. The wedding, meticulously planned for months, had to be perfect, and John was determined to ensure it ran smoothly.

The procession continued smoothly toward the hotel, sunny weather and a gentle breeze adding to the joyful atmosphere. Golden maple leaves swirled along the roadside, creating a dreamlike scene.

Charlie, Thalia, and Eric were ushered into a sleek car driven by Sidney—another thoughtful gesture from Richard.

As the car was about to depart, a frantic knock came on the window. Two young women, in champagne-colored cocktail dresses, stood outside.

Sidney glanced at them coolly. "What is it?" he asked curtly.

"Mr. Pauley, could you take us to the hotel too?" Daisy asked sweetly, batting her lashes.

Sidney was about to refuse when Daisy turned to Thalia. "Oh, Auntie, we just want to go with you. Please?"

Caught off guard, Thalia hesitated before looking at Lucas. "Mr. Pauley, these are my nieces."

"Fine. Get in," Sidney agreed. He couldn't refuse Tiffany's family.

Daisy grinned triumphantly. Molly frowned, then gritted her teeth and followed suit.

As the car drove off, Molly whispered sharply to Daisy, "What are you up to? Why did you insist on coming with Uncle and Auntie?"

Molly knew her sister's schemes. Daisy wanted to get closer to Richard.

(End of Chapter 625. Chapter 623 is a separate chapter and should not be included here.)