BARON Collins stood outside of the wedding hall at 10:00 sharp. He was staring at the closed door. The Baron actually was picturing himself making a great entrance into the hall and walking down the aisle proudly with his beautiful daughter, the future Duchess of Gregory. And soon, the Queen of Underworld. The blissful thoughts made him so pleased that he could not hide his gleaming smile, showing off his ugly, crooked teeth. The Baron was a happy and proud father on his 'precious' daughter's wedding day.
Once he opened his eyes and finally treading into reality, the Baron saw Little Lady Grace was standing a few steps beside him. This charming young lady had dressed adorably as the flower girl for the special day. His daughter's wedding day. Yeah. He said it twice. "Hello, little Grace!" The Baron brazenly greeted Little Lady Grace with an informal greeting.
