"Twenty-six years ago, my dear wife Amelia got into an accident that almost took her life," Henry Lin started. His eyes almost teary, most of the audience fell for it.
"By divine intervention, my wife and Olivia survived the crash; however, the culprit behind the accident was never found. Hence, as a father, I wanted the best for Olivia, so I sent her to England where she would be safe from any harm and threats that would take her life.
"And now that she is of age and I am old, it is only of her best interest that I give her hand to someone capable of keeping her safe and that is none other than Tristan Yang."
He clamped his hand on Tristan's shoulders, his eyes glued to the audience, never glancing at Olivia who was an arm's length away from him.
Raising his flute, Henry Lin gave a toast. "To Tristan and Olivia."
"To Tristan and Olivia," the guests chanted. The sound of clinking glasses filled the air, urging Tristan and Olivia to share a kiss.
