Waiting is the hardest part.
But finally, the day of the wedding had arrived.
Serena wasn't eagerly anticipating the wedding with Aaron. She was counting down to the moment after the ceremony when William had promised to help her leave Alderburg.
By five in the morning, Serena found herself whisked away to the hotel, sitting in the makeup room.
She felt like a Christmas tree, allowing the staff to decorate her as they saw fit.
Her eyes held no expectation, and her expression was as still as a pond, causing the staff to tread lightly around her.
At eight-thirty, with the help of the staff, Serena finally donned her wedding gown.
It was a custom piece from a high-end designer, said to be worth millions.
The surrounding staff looked on with envy.
But within Serena, there was no ripple of emotion.
Aaron had plenty of money; what he lacked was time. So he gave her the money and spent his time with Cynthia Lynwood.
"Mr. Vance."
The respectful voice behind her brought Serena back to the present.
She turned to see Aaron, her expression shifting slightly.
Dressed in a bespoke Italian suit, Aaron appeared like a prince, exuding an air of noble grace.
His striking features were bathed in the morning light, giving him an intense aura.
He walked towards her with long, confident strides, each step resonating in the hearts of those around them.
"You look stunning today," Aaron remarked as he stopped in front of Serena.
It wasn't flattery; it was simply the truth.
Serena smiled faintly, "Mr. Vance, do you know it's considered bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?"
Aaron raised an eyebrow, "And what sort of bad luck is that?"
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