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    As the ceremonymenced, the emcee delivered blessings from the stage. A messenger arrived to summon the bride for her grand entrance.


    Madeline took a deep breath, poised at the ornate doors, awaiting their opening.


    “Let us all cast our eyes backward and extend a warm wee to the radiant bride.”


    As the emcee spoke, everyone turned their attention toward the grand door. Carved with intricate patterns, the luxurious door slowly swung open, revealing two bridesmaids poised at the entrance. Bathed in soft yellow light, the beautiful bride, Madeline, stood at the threshold, drawing everyone in like a ma.


    Madeline’s appearance was undeniably breathtaking. d in pristine white, her wedding gown served only to enhance her natural beauty, capturing the admiration of all in attendance.


    As gasps of awe resonated, Madeline’s smile radiated like the diamonds adorning her gown. With dignity, she traversed the red carpet strewn with flower petals. At the end of the aisle stood Derek, d in a white suit, his gaze fixed in astonishment upon Madeline’s approach. While many admired the spectacle of the handsome groom and the beautiful bride, Susanna’s expression twisted in disdain. To her, Derek was a douche, and Madeline was a bitch. She nced at the message from Joanna, then at the impassive Norah, before responding with a downturned gaze.


    Joanna’s message read, “Are you attending that douche’s wedding with Norah? Let me know if it’s entertaining! If not for my wheelchair, I’d have joined you!” Both Joanna and Alice expressed a desire to attend, but Norah ruthlessly quashed their ns. She deemed Susanna’s presence sufficient and firmly denied any suggestion that she believed Joanna and Alice were detrimental to her objectives.


    Susanna replied, “No problem. The ceremony ismencing. About to exchange their vows.”


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    Taking Madeline’s hand from Coen, Derek asserted firmly, “I will cherish Madeline and care for her deeply. Mymitment to her is unwavering until death.”


    Coen’s eyes welled with emotion. His beloved daughter was finally getting married. Despite having attended two previous weddings of his daughters, his heart was still stirred with mixed feelings at this moment. He nodded, descended from the stage, and locked eyes with Norah seated nearby. Anger gripped him.


    Last time, this woman had ordered Sean to sabotage his cooperation with the Powell family, and he had yet to forgive her for it.


    He even wished she were dead.


    As he caught sight of her at his daughter’s wedding, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of shock. Though he cursed her silently, he refrained from confronting her. The memory of his previous anger-induced fainting spell dissuaded him from any rash action, and he was determined not to repeat the experience.


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