Chapter 439: Which Vixen Are You Trying to Seduce?
Cecilia Vaughn saw those absurd comments by the keyboard warriors, a cold smile curling at her lips, then turned off Weibo.
Perhaps the world is just this absurd, mocking poverty but not adultery. They use ’true love’ as a pretext for affairs, as if the ones hurt should be self-reflecting instead.
She walked downstairs and saw Adrian Law in his elegant attire.
"Adrian, are we leaving now?"
The man gave her a glance, smiled lightly, and shook his head.
"No, let’s wait a bit more."
"..."
Cecilia was speechless. Though the wedding ceremony officially started at eight in the evening, Stellerton was quite a distance from the Isle of Whispers in the Northern Vesperian Ocean. If they were late, they would miss quite a show, wouldn’t they?
Adrian waved Cecilia over, indicating for her to come.
"Look at these dresses, which one do you like?"
Cecilia was stunned to find lots of boxes in front of Adrian, varying in size.
Cecilia casually opened one and was immediately dazzled by the beautiful clothing inside.
The Isle of Whispers enjoys a year-round spring climate, making this thin summer wear perfectly suitable.
"Adrian, these dresses are so beautiful. I’ve never seen knitted embroidery like this on the market, but they seem familiar."
She noticed inside the opened box was a pale yellow dress embroidered with ginkgo leaves, outlined using double-sided embroidery, edged with gold thread, and interwoven with silver thread. Each leaf differed in size, its intricate veins glistening as sunlight streamed through the window, giving off a stunning, luminous beauty.
Adrian rubbed Cecilia’s head.
"Do you like it? These are Master Walter Sinclair’s creations. He once made a wisteria dress for you. If you like it, wear this one."
Cecilia thought for a while, then closed the box, lightly shaking her head.
"No, this feels too grand and lavish. It’s not our wedding banquet. Let’s leave the spotlight to those two troublesome people."
Adrian chuckled, poking Cecilia’s nose with his finger.
"I thought my Cecilia would say, ’Never lose face even if we lose the race.’"
Cecilia blinked playfully, her eyes sparkling like a fox.
"Today we’ll surely win. We’ve prepared a ’big gift’ for those two!"
They shared a knowing smile.
...
Cecilia opened the rest of the boxes one by one, growing more impressed with each look.
Though Master Walter Sinclair had retired, he was still a titan in the fashion world. Any garment here was probably worth a fortune.
Cecilia found these clothes were overwhelmingly luxurious. Some were fiery like roses, others sultry like peonies, and even those with pale colors were adorned with sparkling little diamonds.
Though they were undoubtedly beautiful, Cecilia searched and picked a reserved, water-white dress in the end.
...
Cecilia changed into the dress, did simple light makeup, and slowly went downstairs.
To match her, Adrian also donned a rare white suit, making them look like they were wearing couples’ attire.
Cecilia playfully punched Adrian’s shoulder.
"Adrian, I’ve never seen you in white before. It looks fantastic."
The man lowered his head, pecked the girl’s lips.
"If you like it, I’ll wear it for you every day."
"No, what if it attracts some vixen?"
The man chuckled and shook his head, pinching the girl’s nose bridge.
"What vixen? There’s only one tigress with me."
Cecilia was taken aback; only after realizing did she understand Adrian was teasing her.
"Hey! Who are you calling a tigress!"
She feigned anger, baring her teeth as if to hit him. Adrian scooped her up and draped a thick cashmere blanket over her.
"Cecilia, stop messing around, it’s time to leave."
...
Her legs dangling, Cecilia found herself powerless in anger as Adrian carried her to Starfall Bay’s private airstrip built especially for him.
Wyatt Law, seeing his young master carrying the Young Madam out like this, widened his eyes slightly but quickly held back a laugh, respectfully greeting Cecilia and Adrian.
"Good morning, Young Master, Young Madam."
"..."
Embarrassed at being seen in a princess carry by Adrian, Cecilia blushed and buried her face in Adrian’s shoulder, unwilling to emerge.
Wyatt operated the helicopter, while Cecilia and Adrian quietly settled in the back, waiting to reach their destination, the Isle of Whispers.
...
Meanwhile, Fiona Vaughn was busily in the makeup room getting ready.
She was the bride today, naturally dressing to look her best and outshine everyone.
Chloe Alden, the feisty Stellerton Mayor’s daughter, stood by, effusively praising.
"Fiona, you look absolutely stunning today! I truly think there’s no woman more dazzling than you in this world!"
"You sure know how to flatter me~"
A little shy, Fiona blinked nervously, avoiding the mirror to not disrupt the makeup artist’s pace.
Now finally done, Fiona gracefully stood and twirled before the full-length mirror.
At almost the same moment, the beautiful and elegant bride in the mirrored image twirled as well.
Her wedding dress was custom-designed by Chanel’s head designer. Initially, she wanted Chloris, a more renowned bridal designer in the industry, but Chloris’s assistant replied they would only take Eldest Miss Vaughn’s orders in the Vaughn Family.
Fiona was so furious she nearly flipped the table, but Tyson Law managed to contact a substitute designer; though slightly inferior to Chloris, they were also reputable in the fashion industry, calming Fiona somewhat.
It must be said that Chanel’s head designer crafted a unique private wedding dress, tailored perfectly to highlight Fiona’s slender waist, the heavy mermaid-like white tulle cascading on the floor, adding a touch of dreamy majesty.
Just then, Tyson entered and spotted Fiona twirling, immediately praising in awe.
"Fiona, you look breathtakingly beautiful today. Come on, my bride, it’s time to go outside and greet the guests."
"Tyson, you’re flattering me too..."
Fiona discreetly enjoyed Tyson and other men’s admiring gazes, pleased yet keeping it well hidden.
...
Fiona and Tyson walked hand in hand, attracting countless envious stares all the way.
"They’re perfect together! A golden couple!"
Amid people arriving and departing, the last inbound plane to the Isle of Whispers landed, prompting Tyson to furrow his brow.
Originally smiling, Fiona noticed Tyson searching for someone and suddenly realized something.
"Tyson, do you think my sister won’t come?"