Daphne Allen said in disbelief, "Wasn't the wedding cancelled?"
Aria Morgan's face darkened as she looked at the person at the door, her teeth chattering with resentment.
"The wedding was not cancelled, it's going to start at noon today. If you want to attend, you should hurry. The Young Madam has specifically invited you to attend," the servant invited politely with an unexpressive face.
Aria Morgan grabbed Daphne Allen, finding it hard to believe, "Is she really going to have a wedding? How is that possible."
Equally disbelieving and desolate, Daphne Allen looked outside, gritting her teeth in anger, "Fine, I'll go see what kind of wedding she can pull off."
"I, I will go too."
Aria Morgan quickly followed.
The two took a plane and arrived at the island.
The wedding preparations were complete.
Outside, in the bustling outdoor Great Hall, the gentlemen were required to dress in military uniform or suits, while the ladies were asked to attend in formal wear.
