Chapter 626
Daisy dismissed Molly's criticism, replying indifferently, "Why can't I sit with Aunt Thalia? If you don't like it, you can get out of the car. Honestly, you're only a year older than me, but you act like you're my mother, always bossing me around. It's so annoying!"
Their relationship, though they were sisters, had always been strained. Molly had always been the perfect child—well-behaved, accomplished, and the pride of their parents. She was constantly held up as an example, a trophy for the family to flaunt. Daisy, however, was rebellious and mischievous. She struggled academically and, secretly competing with Molly, felt their parents favored her sister, leading her to constantly defy Molly.
Molly sneered at Daisy's retort. "Oh, do you really like sitting with Aunt Thalia so much? Don't lie. You're just jealous of Tiffany and using this as an excuse to get close to her husband!"
"So what if I am? What are you going to do? Bite me?" Daisy shot back, unapologetic.
Molly gritted her teeth, anger simmering. She dared not raise her voice, fearing Thalia might overhear, and reluctantly held her tongue, resolving to keep a close eye on Daisy.
Noticing Molly's silence, Daisy smirked. "Come on, Molly. Don't tell me you aren't attracted to Tiffany's husband. You're lecturing me, but you're no better. Pot calling the kettle black, much?"
"I'm not as shameless as you!" Molly snapped, though a flicker of guilt passed through her. She envied Tiffany, but only in the sense that her cousin's status as Mrs. Hampton might reflect glory on the Ruiz family.
"Oh, really?" Daisy replied, her sarcastic smile betraying her disbelief.
The car followed the grand wedding procession toward the luxury hotel hosting the reception. Countless candies were tossed to the crowd along the way. The scale of the celebration was enormous, dominating headlines and trending on social media within minutes. Lovell City was stunned by the grandeur, the entire town abuzz with excitement.
Tiffany emerged from a flower-laden carriage, Richard carrying her straight to the hotel's presidential suite. A pristine white wedding gown, a custom creation by an internationally renowned designer, awaited her for the reception.
Looking around the suite, Tiffany asked, "Where are the stylists and makeup artists?" The gown was intricate, with a long train she couldn't manage alone.
Richard replied slowly, "I told them not to follow us."
"What?" Tiffany blinked in disbelief. "You mean you're going to help me change?"
Seeing her astonishment, Richard's lips curved into a mischievous smile. He nodded. "That's right. I'll help you."
"No way!" Tiffany exclaimed. "You can't! Call them back now, or we'll be late for the reception!"
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"They're still on their way," Richard said with a straight face. "It's faster if I help." He carefully removed her ornate tiara. Despite the intricate pins and elaborate hairstyle, he managed it with ease, her long hair cascading down her back.
Realizing she had little choice, Tiffany sighed. "Fine, but make it quick."
She sat on the bed, waiting. Richard's tall frame loomed over her. Tiffany, puzzled, noticed an unmistakable fire of passion and desire in his eyes.
"Hey…" Tiffany flustered.
Richard whispered, "Call me darling."
Pinned beneath him, Tiffany muttered reluctantly, "Darling, stop messing around."
Richard sat up, the heat in his eyes undiminished, even burning brighter. The young bride's face glowed with a blush, her delicate features tinged with seductive charm—innocent yet enchanting. Draped in her wedding dress, she lay on the bed, her long hair spread out like silk—an inviting sight.
Richard had overestimated his self-control. Regretting sending away the stylists and makeup artists, he saw Tiffany blink innocently, her radiant smile hinting at mischief. "Hubby, are you sure you still want to help me change?" Her fingers traced circles on his chest, teasing him.
Richard swallowed hard, swiftly grabbing her hand. With a light smack on her backside, he stood up. "I'll call them back in." He feared he wouldn't be able to resist any longer.
He closed the door. Minutes later, the makeup artists and stylists arrived, chattering curiously. "Huh, didn't Mr. Hampton tell us to wait outside? We thought we weren't needed."
"Exactly," another chimed in. "Maybe he realized he had to change into his wedding attire too and decided we should help the bride instead."
Tiffany remained silent, her smile unwavering. With their help, her simple wedding dress was replaced with a stunning designer gown. They also styled her hair and makeup. The timeline was meticulously planned; everything was running smoothly. Tiffany closed her eyes, letting them work, her thoughts turning to her grandfather.
During her last visit to the Azure Sea Royal Family, her grandfather had promised to attend her wedding. But with the reception approaching, there was still no sign of him. She wondered if something had happened or if his health had worsened.
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Worry crept into Tiffany's heart. She messaged Jeremy, asking about her grandfather's health. The reply: "The King is fine."
Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief. With no time to dwell on it, she sat quietly, allowing the stylists to finish.
Outside, guests arrived in droves. The seven-star hotel's vast parking lot quickly filled with luxury cars. Attendees included business tycoons, political heavyweights, and leaders from all walks of life—each exuding wealth and influence.
Charlie and Thalia were escorted from their car by Sidney, who led them into the hotel. Staff members attended to their every need. As they settled, many influential figures greeted them. Charlie handled the interactions with composure. Molly and Daisy had arrived with them.
Daisy, unconcerned with the wedding, didn't bother telling Thalia and headed straight for the VIP lounge, hoping to encounter Richard.