Lise’s gaze met Neil’s, her eyes shining.
“This is far too precious.” Though her heart swelled with joy, it was almost too much to contain.
Neil’s smile was gentle and sincere.
“You deserve only the best.” The stylists couldn’t help but look with admiration.
“Mr. Wheeler is so kind to Ms. Bailey,” one of them murmured.
One of the other assistants gave a quick nod, eyes wide.
“Yes, this must be worth at least ten million. I can’t help but feel so envious.”
“Goodness, that much? Mr. Wheeler must really adore Ms. Bailey.”
The flurry of compliments only made Lise’s heart soar higher with happiness. Lise wrapped her arms around Neil, her face glowing with a bright smile.
“Neil, you’re so kind to me.”
Neil caressed her back gently, his voice tender.
“You’re my bride. Who else would I take care of if not you? Hurry and finish your makeup, the guests are waiting.”
With a nod, Lise stood up, ready to follow his words. She pressed a gentle kiss to Neil’s cheek, her voice warm as she said, “Go ahead.”
Neil smiled gently, then slowly guided his wheelchair toward the hall. As he turned, however, the smile began to slip from his face, fading quietly.
Katelyn had always acted so arrogantly around him, hadn’t she? He felt a deep desire for everyone to know the truth—that without him, Katelyn was nothing at all. Being with him was the only reason she could be treated with such admiration.
As soon as Neil was out of sight, the stylists flocked to Lise, their voices bursting with excitement.
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“Ms. Bailey, you’re incredibly fortunate!”
Lise’s grin widened, glowing with happiness. She made her way back to her seat, a joyful smile on her face.
“Go ahead with my makeup, and don’t forget to add the jewelry.”
Lise pictured how breathtaking she would look when she walked into the hall later.
At first, she wondered if Neil might be upset, especially since he had just taken her home from the police station not too long ago. Lise had been living in a constant state of uneasy calm, each day leaving her more anxious. But now, it seemed those fears had been pointless. Neil must still love her—there was no other explanation for such a grand wedding. From head to toe, her outfit was a masterpiece, and the venue alone had cost thirty million, not to mention all the other expenses. Her excitement for the evening only grew stronger now.
At the wedding venue, Katelyn stood in a satin, off-white gown. The front was plain, featuring an off-the-shoulder design with no extra decorations—elegantly simple. However, the back told a different story. It was mostly open, showcasing her beautifully curved silhouette.
Her figure stood tall and graceful, radiating both elegance and beauty. Her long hair, with a slight curl, fell softly over her left shoulder, bringing an air of sophistication with just the right amount of allure.
Next to her, Vincent wore a perfectly fitted gray suit. If one looked closely, the pocket square in his left breast pocket matched the fabric of Katelyn’s dress, making them look like a couple.
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