Carter walked straight toward Madeline. He was in a well-cut, dark blue suit that accentuated his perfect figure.
He walked past Shirley indifferently and went up to Madeline’s side.
He smiled at Madeline slightly, but his smile did not reach his eyes.
“Eveline, you are so beautiful today,” he complimented her, and he seemingly glanced at Shirley from the corners of his eyes. “Get ready. We’ll go to St. Piaf’s Royal Palace first.”
Madeline nodded. “Okay.”
She looked very cooperative. She then took the lead and walked toward the door.
The stylist outside the door hurried in and handed Madeline the bouquet.
The people in the room dispersed one after another, and Shirley turned around too.
Carter walked behind her. “I think you’ll look more beautiful in a wedding dress.”
“Heh, hehe.” Shirley laughed sarcastically. “A disfigured lame won’t look good in anything. Carter, do you really think that I am still a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl?”
Carter froze in place; he had nothing to say.
Shirley casually left. From her words and deeds, it could be seen that she no longer had any remaining feelings for Carter now.
‘I didn’t expect this woman to be so decisive.’ Carter sighed in his heart and then strode forward. At the Royal Palace of St. Piaf.
The magnificent palace was already full of guests at this moment. Everyone was waiting for the ceremony to start and for the stars of the day to appear on stage.
It was still early now. Everyone was just talking happily with each other and also enjoying a little wine and some snacks.
Since Jeremy’s leg was injured, he could not move freely for the time being.
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