Randall took back Jordan's photo and placed it in the frame. He then positioned the frame carefully on the altar.
Soon, a subordinate walked in with a black dress.
Randall took the dress and said to Victoria, "You should change into a black dress. You are his widow after all."
"Oh, alright. Thank you, Uncle."
Victoria accepted the dress and went to another room to change. She was originally worried that Randall wouldn't know her size and that the dress wouldn't be suitable. But the dress was tailor-made for her and fit perfectly.
In the black dress, Victoria exuded the aura of a noblewoman. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and her face filled with sorrow. She looked every part the elegant widow.
After that, Victoria joined Randall at the altar.
Soon, wave after wave of people entered.
This group of people all had imposing auras. It was obvious at a glance that they were not ordinary people.
