Chapter 231 Wedding (3) Ceremony
Penelope yanked her hand away from Cecilia.
But she didn't dare slap Seraphina.
Instead, she spat out, "Seraphina, just wait. Marrying Dashiell, you'll never be happy!"
Seraphina sighed. No need to wait; she was already miserable.
Seraphina didn't take Penelope's threat seriously. She turned her attention to Cecilia.
Looking at the now-confident Cecilia, Seraphina couldn't believe the change. Cecilia used to be timid and always gave in to Penelope. But now, no one could push her around.
"Cecilia, how did you get so strong?" Seraphina asked.
"You don't need to learn," Cecilia replied bluntly.
"Do you think I can't?" Seraphina snapped.
"I'll protect you," Cecilia said firmly.
Seraphina felt a mix of emotions. "Cecilia, if you were a man, I wouldn't even look at Dashiell or Sebastian. I'd marry you."
Cecilia chuckled. But then she noticed Seraphina's face darken, probably because she mentioned Sebastian.
"Don't cry," Cecilia said. "Your makeup will smear."
Seraphina glared. What was more important, makeup or her feelings?
Eventually, Seraphina held back her tears. It was too late to change anything now.
At noon, she reluctantly went to the wedding venue. The guests were already seated, waiting for the ceremony.
Cecilia escorted Seraphina to the small castle draped in veils, then returned to her seat. Alaric was there too.
Cecilia frowned, "Why are you here?"
"Ms. Lockhart, do you think I should be hidden away?" Alaric retorted.
Cecilia decided to ignore him. She couldn't win an argument with him anyway.
She focused on the newlyweds. Dashiell entered in a wheelchair, wearing a white suit with a black bow tie. His hair was neatly styled, and he had a smile on his lips. Even though he couldn't stand, he still had the grace of a gentleman. Dashiell looked so clean and pure that Cecilia felt Seraphina marrying him would taint him.
"Is he better looking than me?" Alaric suddenly asked.
Cecilia snapped back to reality, speechless.
"Don't stare at other men, not even Dashiell," Alaric said firmly.
'Could he be any more domineering?' she thought, 'Who I look at is none of his business. I don't care who he looks at!'
Actually, she hadn't noticed Alaric staring at other women since they got married. But that wasn't important. They were in a fake marriage, so why should they be bound by each other?
And Alaric's words sounded like Dashiell was the person he trusted the most, and even he wasn't allowed, let alone other men.
Cecilia took a deep breath. 'What is the relationship between Dashiell and Alaric? I'm so curious.'
Just then, the wedding march began to play.
With the music, Seraphina, arm in arm with Atticus, walked down the red carpet towards Dashiell.
Pink rose petals floated in the air, making the scene look romantic.
Seraphina hated all the little surprises at the wedding. For her and Dashiell, surprises always turned into shocks.
She walked up to Dashiell. Atticus took her hand and handed it to him, but she pushed it away. Dashiell didn't push back, just lowered his hand. Atticus, looking a bit helpless, patted Dashiell's shoulder and left.
Now, it was just Dashiell, Seraphina, and the priest on stage.
All eyes were on them. To everyone's surprise, Dashiell picked up a cane and stood up from his wheelchair. Despite the severe car accident and the doctor's advice to stay in bed, he stood beside Seraphina, showing no signs of discomfort. He even had a faint smile. Tall and slender, he looked like a perfect match for Seraphina.
Seraphina look at him but said nothing.
The priest began, "The wedding ceremony is now beginning."
The audience erupted in applause, which sounded harsh to Seraphina.
"Jesus, we come before you to witness and bless this man and woman entering into holy matrimony..." the priest started, "As the marriage vows are about to be made, if there is any reason they should not be joined, speak now or forever hold your peace."
The room was silent. Seraphina thought, 'If Sebastian shows up now and asksme to leave, I'd go without hesitation.'
"Ms. Everhart," the priest addressed Seraphina, "Do you take this man to be your husband, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"
Seraphina didn't answer. Dashiell's lips tightened. The priest, a bit embarrassed, asked again.
"If I say no, can I not get married?" Seraphina asked.
The crowd stirred. Then, she suddenly said, "I do."
The priest wiped his brow, relieved. It was the first time he'd encountered such a playful bride.
"Mr. Rainier, do you take this woman to be your wife, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"
"I do," Dashiell replied.
"Bride and groom, please exchange rings," the priest announced.
Dashiell, leaning on his cane, turned to Seraphina. She looked at him directly for the first time during the wedding. His face, once scarred from the accident, was now clean, clearly covered up.
Seraphina's eyes shifted slightly. 'So what if he's handsome? No matter how good-looking, it can't hide his vile nature.'
The staff brought up the rings. Dashiell took one of the women's rings and called her name, "Seraphina."
His voice was unexpectedly pleasant, making her name sound like a term of endearment.
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