Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 625

Chapter 625 

Lovely music was playing in the garden as waiters served refreshments and drinks to the guests. 

Tiffany couldn’t help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Her heart was pounding wildly. 

Charlie walked up to her and extended his hand as he said, “It’s time.” 

Tiffany took a deep breath, held her father’s arm, and walked out of the room with him. 

Down the aisle, Richard was dressed impeccably in a white suit, accented with intricate gold embroidery that spoke of elegance and power. 

The sharp lines and tailored fit highlighted his striking features. The crisp white ensemble made his piercing eyes even more captivating, softening his usual stoic demeanor with a magnetic charm. 

Tiffany blinked, momentarily dazed by how dashing he looked. She had always known he was attractive, but he seemed almost unreal at that moment, like a prince from a storybook. 

What she didn’t notice was that Richard was equally blown away. The sight of Tiffany in her wedding gown made his eyes gleam with awe. She looked like a dream, a beauty so enchanting that she seemed unaware of how she mesmerized everyone around her. 

Richard’s Adam’s apple moved subtly as he stepped forward and took Tiffany’s hand from Charlie. 

Their eyes locked and exchanged vows to each other. Thereafter, Richard dropped to one knee before Tiffany. With deliberate care, he opened the box to reveal the sparkling diamond ring nestled inside before gently taking her hand. 

Tiffany’s face flushed a deep red as she became aware of everyone’s eyes on them. 

Richard, however, was unhurried, his every movement graceful and deliberate. As he slid the ring onto her finger, his touch was so gentle, as though he feared causing her the slightest discomfort. 

Tiffany grew a little impatient and subtly moved her hand forward as if urging him to speed up. 

Noticing her gesture, Richard chuckled softly. His eyes shimmered, warm and filled with an affection that seemed to envelop her completely. 

For a moment, Tiffany found herself lost in his gaze, her mind blank. 

Before she could fully process it, she felt a sudden warmth against her hand. She looked down in surprise, only to see Richard lowering his head to place a soft and tender kiss on her ringed finger. 

The gesture was so intimate and full of devotion. 

No one could have imagined that Richard, the aloof and unapproachable man who had always avoided women, would one day orchestrate such an extravagant celebration–blocking off streets and lavishing Tiffany with his undivided attention. 

And before a room full of witnesses, he knelt to kiss her hand with a reverence fit for a queen. She wasn’t just his bride. She was his everything. 

The guests erupted into cheers and applause. 

The loudest squeals came from Tiffany’s cousins, Molly and Daisy, who were around her age. 

Standing among the family members, the two sisters clutched each other’s hands tightly, their faces flushed with bitterness. 

“Oh my God, I’m so jealous!” Molly exclaimed. 

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“This is unbelievable,” Daisy added, her voice tinged with envy. How does Tiffany get so lucky? First, she dumped Kenneth, and now she’s marrying Richard, the most powerful man in the country. Why can’t this happen to me? 

Daisy’s voice was low enough that only Molly heard her, but the jealousy in her tone was unmistakable. 

“Maybe it’s just fate,” Molly murmured with a wistful sigh. 

Both sisters glanced toward Richard. 

Despite the lively chatter and excitement at the place, he remained the undeniable center of attention, exuding an aura of sophistication and authority that was impossible to ignore. 

As the sisters stared, their emotions reflected their contrasting thoughts–Molly’s eyes shimmered with admiration, while Daisy’s burned with envy. 

Tiffany blushed when she was suddenly kissed. She couldn’t help but whisper, “Now it’s my turn to put the ring on you.” 

“Yeah, I can’t wait.” Richard’s eyes were filled with love. 

To him, her every feature was perfect, worthy of endless adoration. Even the faint pink hue of her nails was enchanting, like a work of art. There wasn’t a part 

of he 

he didn’t love. 

Richard’s smile deepened as he stood up. 

Tiffany slid the wedding ring onto his finger. Then, they kissed each other deeply. 

Amidst a flurry of blessings, Richard gently scooped Tiffany into his arms in one fluid motion. 

“Let’s head to the wedding reception!” the attendants announced with beaming smiles. 

Light–hearted and pleasant music sounded. 

Amid a cascade of flower petals, Richard carried Tiffany outside and into a beautifully decorated carriage waiting to take her to the venue. 

The procession wound its way through the streets, a grand display accompanied by thunderous cheers. 

The celebration was so spectacular that nearly the entire city came out to watch. Yet, due to tight security, the roads were closed, and onlookers were kept at a respectful distance by Richard’s impeccably trained team. 

John scanned the area with a stern and focused expression. 

The wedding was a long–anticipated event that Richard had meticulously planned for months. Nothing could go wrong, and John was determined to ensure the day unfolded without a hitch 

The procession continued smoothly toward the hotel, with sunny weather and a gentle breeze adding to the joyful atmosphere. 

Golden maple leaves swirled along the roadside, creating a dreamlike scene as the carriage made its way under the canopy of trees. 

Charlie, Thalia, and Eric had been ushered into a sleek car, personally driven by Sidney. 

It was evident that this arrangement was yet another thoughtful gesture from Richard, who treated Tiffany’s family with the utmost care and respect.