“We’re really going to get married, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are,” he confirmed, sealing the promise with a gentle kiss.
Nearby, Edwin quietly observed them with Olivia in his arms.
“The sun’s too strong; you’ll tan,” Edwin remarked, but Olivia, flashing her white teeth, insisted, “Kiss. Daddy and Mommy are kissing!”
“Yes, Dad is kissing Mom,” Edwin responded tersely.
Yet, Olivia also yearned for a kiss.
She adamantly refused to budge.
The little girl pouted and cast a teary-eyed gaze toward her brother.
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“You really leave me with no choice.”
Edwin bent down and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“I’m giving you a kiss. Is that alright?”
Olivia blinked, her long eyelashes fluttered.
They were exceptionally beautiful.
Edwin planted another kiss upon her, that time with a gentler tone as he murmured, “Be a good girl.”
Olivia then wrapped her arms around Edwin’s neck.
It was soon December 28th.
The day that marked the wedding of Mark and Cecilia finally came.
The weather was cold, and Cecilia, adorned in her thinning wedding gown, felt a chill in the air. Yet, her heart was filled with warmth.
Inside the church, the guests settled.
It was an intimate, grand affair with only about a hundred people close to the Fowler family and Evans family invited. Rena and Waylen could be seen occupying the seats in the first row.
Rena donned a beige dress.
Waylen wore a meticulously crafted black and white suit.
Seated beside them were their four children, each one possessing exceptional looks.
The priest at the pulpit began reciting the oath.