Chapter 698: Putting On His Wedding Dress (2)
Why was this ancient wedding dress here? That day, she’d heard the Tassel Hall master declare it impossible to recreate, yet here it was. The fiery red crown was far more stunning than the design draft suggested; its hand-inlaid gold threads gleamed flawlessly in the sunlight. Its beauty was breathtaking.
“Mummy,” Nathan tugged her skirt, “Hurry up and put on that wedding dress!”
Olive pointed at herself. “Me?” She didn’t think it was a good idea; she assumed it was intended for Clara, who wouldn't be wearing it.
“Yeah,” Nathan insisted, nodding forcefully. “I’ve never had a picture with Mummy. You’ll be beautiful in this dress. I want a picture with my beautiful Mummy.”
Nathan’s pleading eyes shone with anticipation. Olive knew she couldn't refuse a child's request, but… hastily donning this ancient dress felt odd.
Before she could object, Nathan pulled her inside. “Mummy, hurry and change!” Olive complied, changing into the ancient wedding dress.
A top makeup artist already waited. “Miss Hart, please, let me do your makeup now.” The makeup artist smiled gently. Was this part of the picture-taking process with Nathan?
“Oh, alright.” Olive sat before the dresser.
Half an hour later, everything complete, Olive stood, looking around. “Where’s Nathan? Why is he missing?” Where was the little guy who’d wanted a picture with her?
“Miss Hart, are you looking for Prince Augustine? This way, please.” A waiter led her to a door.
Olive asked suspiciously, “Is Nathan inside?”
“Yes, Miss Hart. Prince Nathan, Levi, and Ivy are all waiting for you.”
Levi and Ivy, too? What was happening? Olive felt lost in a fog, as if everyone hid something from her.
“Miss Hart, don’t be nervous. I’ll open the door. Your favorite people are outside.” The waiter gently opened the white door.
Bright light flooded in. Olive’s eyes widened—the white door led to her wedding.
Elvis stood with Levi, Nathan, and Ivy. Nathan and Levi wore white shirts and ties; Ivy donned a beautiful princess dress. Guests lined both sides, their expressions filled with admiration and envy. Olive’s eyelashes fluttered; she was stunned.
“Mummy…” Her three children smiled happily.
Damien, Alpha, Joyce, and Anabelle arrived. The people she loved most were present. Damien approached, extending an arm. “Olive, Daddy will escort you. Elvis has been waiting a long time.”
Olive understood. It was all planned—her wedding to Elvis! He’d surprised her, enlisting the children’s help. She recalled their rushed Los Angeles marriage, followed by a solitary journey to the Red Villa.
Tears welled in Olive’s eyes. Her gaze shifted from Damien to her mother and Aunt Anabelle. Joyce’s eyes were also red; she smiled and nodded. Anabelle gazed lovingly at Olive, her long-held daughter-figure.
Olive’s clear eyes landed on Elvis’s handsome face. He and their children waited patiently, his deep eyes filled with love and tenderness.
Olive smiled, taking Damien’s arm. He led her down the red carpet toward Elvis. The hall resembled a crystal palace, a fairytale setting.
The hall teemed with VIPs; a hush fell as all eyes turned to the bride. Slow music filled the air. Elvis watched her approach, beautiful and slender, a fairy descending upon his heart.
He remembered their first meeting on a Los Angeles train—a nineteen-year-old girl whose heart captivated him. Now, she was the mother of his children, finally at his side, wearing his wedding dress. Her elegance was forever etched in his memory.
Elvis approached, stopping before her with a steady gait. Damien handed Olive’s hand to Elvis. “Elvis, I didn’t expect you to take my Olive. I only ask that you love her well.”
It was a father’s heartfelt plea. Elvis took Olive’s hand, nodding solemnly. “Father-in-law, I will.”