Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 694

Yolanda was reasonably cooperative today, waking up early for exquisite makeup and changing into a custom-made wedding gown worth a million dollars.

Her bridesmaids were popular female celebrities, and the groomsmen were all young masters from Istra's elite families. The bridal and groom parties were a dazzling sight together.

As the bride and the undisputed star of the day, Yolanda was the center of attention the moment she appeared.

She reveled in the feeling of being admired and sought after.

The guests all chimed in, showering Yolanda with compliments.

"Go on, everyone, praise her well. Whoever gives the best compliment gets a big red envelope!" Vincent laughed heartily.

"Vincent, be more discreet," Mrs. Walker reminded him with a smile.

"No need for discretion. Today, our Yolanda is the main character. Who else should we be celebrating?"

Vincent was unusually cheerful. With Bennett dead, Eden was Frank's only son. After the wedding, it wouldn't be long before the Thompson family fell into their hands.

Eden arrived to pick up the bride with great fanfare.

Vincent greeted him with a warm embrace, as if they had already conquered the world.

"Eden, I'm entrusting Yolanda to you. From now on, we are truly one family."

"Father, Mother, you can rest assured. I will treat Yolanda well and be a good son to you both," Eden remained polite and humble, almost deferential.

Vincent was pleased with his attitude and patted his shoulder with a smile.

The procession of cars arrived in a grand display and left just as spectacularly.

The wedding ceremony was held in the morning.

By noon, guests had begun arriving at the hotel.

Yvonne and Bennett stood side by side in the glass elevator. The higher it rose, the better the view.

Bennett rested one hand on the elevator's handrail, casually gazing outside.

Yvonne stood beside him, looking at his profile and teasing, "Mr. Bennett Thompson, you look like you're here to crash the party."

Bennett chuckled. "You're not the bride. They're not worthy of me crashing their party."

"So if I were marrying someone else, you would crash it?" Yvonne quipped.

Before the words were even out of her mouth, Bennett's arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Yvonne's body collided with his hard chest, her forehead and nose aching from the impact. She raised a hand to playfully punch his chest in protest.

Bennett caught her hand, holding her tightly. "If it were you, I'd steal you from the altar. But that 'if' doesn't exist. I would never let you marry anyone else."