Chapter 559 The Wedding 1
Celia made significant progress once more.
Her legs were almost hanging out of the window.
A wave of tension washed over Francis; her current position was very dangerous.
Celia might accidentally fall.
So, he didn't dare to move forward anymore.
Suddenly, he straightened his suit jacket and then raised the bouquet in his hand towards Celia.
At the same time, he knelt on one knee, and his soothing voice emerged in a slow, measured tone.
"Celia, will you marry me?"
Celia's eyes widened, staring at him in a daze.
After a while, Celia found her voice, asking in disbelief.
"Francis, what did you say?"
Francis looked at her, his gaze firm as he spoke again, "Celia, I said, will you marry me? Let's follow our original plan and have the wedding in three days, okay?"
"Francis, are you mistaken? I'm Celia, not Jessica."
"No mistake, Celia. I dressed like this today to propose to you, asking you to marry me on time."
Celia couldn't believe it.
"Francis, are you not mistaken? I feel like I'm dreaming."
She asked in a flustered state, "But didn't you want to break up with me? Didn't you say the person you love is Jessica?"
Francis slowly raised his head, his eyes sincerely looking at her.
"Celia, in matters of love, I cannot and do not wish to deceive you. I did have feelings for Jessica and wanted to spend my life with her."
"But I thought it over seriously. Life can't be just about love and romance; it also involves responsibility and commitment. I let you down, hurt you, and made you endure great pain in life."
"So, I must take on what I should. Let's through the days ahead together and make up for the regret about the baby, okay?"
Celia was in tears.
She covered her mouth, looking at Francis excitedly, "You're not lying to me? You really want to marry me and spend your life with me?"
"Yes, I do!"
Celia still couldn't believe it, "Did you see me sitting on the window and think I was going to jump, think I was going to do something foolish, so you proposed to me?"
"Francis, I don't want you to lie to me."
Francis took out a red velvet box from his suit pants and opened it.
"Celia, it's not what you think. I was going to propose to you today."
"This ring is prepared for you; it's your finger size. If you don't believe me, you can try it."
This time, Celia was truly moved. "Really?"
"Give me your hand, and I'll help you down, okay?"
"Okay."
Grabbing Celia's hand, Francis pulled her back.
At that moment, Alisha quickly rushed over and hugged Celia.
"I'm so scared. If something happened to you, how would I live?"
"Mom, I'm sorry. I won't do this again."
Next, Celia tried on the ring, and it was indeed her finger size, fitting perfectly.
"Francis, are you deciding to marry me in three days?"
"Yes, I've already sent out the news."
Celia happily hugged his neck.
With so much to do and limited time, both Celia and Francis were very busy.
Even their wedding outfits were delivered to them on the wedding day, with no time to order them in advance.
Early in the morning, Jessica was having her breakfast when she heard festive sounds outside.
Outside, it was extremely lively.
But here, it seemed particularly calm and desolate.
But Jessica kept holding her fork, eating breakfast as usual, looking particularly calm.
Louie, however, couldn't stay calm. "Mrs. Walton, are you not going?"
"Mrs. Walton, are you just going to watch him marry Celia? I can tell that Mr. Walton loves you. He's only marrying Celia out of guilt."
"We have a great chance if we go now."
Jessica continued eating breakfast, her face calmed without any fluctuation.
Jessica didn't speak.
Jessica didn't cry.
Jessica didn't make a scene.
Since Celia and Francis were having their wedding on the island, they followed the local customs.
In the room, Celia was already dressed up.
Celia's pink face was illuminated by large candles, making her look as rosy as a youthful girl, tender and beautiful.
Celia bit her lip, smiling lightly, her face full of charm.
Alisha looked at her with a face full of reluctance, "Celia, today you are getting married. You've finally got what you wanted. I'm happy for you."
"Mom, thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have this day."
On the other side, a crisp knock suddenly sounded at Jessica's house.
"It should be the delivery. Louie, go quickly."
"Okay."
Louie took the delivery and respectfully handed it to Jessica.
Jessica took it, said nothing, just glanced at it, and silently went upstairs.
Louie was worried about her, so he followed her upstairs.
Before entering the room, Jessica looked at him, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I won't do anything foolish. If you're worried, wait for me outside. I'll be out in an hour."
"Okay, Mrs. Walton, I'll wait for you outside."
Putting down the delivery, Jessica sat at the dressing table.
Jessica drew her eyebrows, applied lipstick, combed her hair, and wore hair accessories...
Every step, Jessica did meticulously and exquisitely.
Finally, when all the makeup was done, Jessica looked at herself in the mirror and smiled softly.
Then, Jessica opened the delivery, took out the clothes inside, and laid them flat on the bed.
Looking at the exquisite wedding dress on the bed, Jessica's lips curved into a slight smile.
Her fingers gently brushed over the flowers on it; each pattern was hand-embroidered, taking a lot of time.
And this wedding dress was the one Gabriel had ordered for her at the bridal shop.
Three days ago, after Jessica sent a message to Francis, she called Oscar, asking him to expedite the delivery as quickly as possible.
Fortunately, the timing was perfect, neither early nor late.
This wedding dress was so beautiful, every detail was stunningly exquisite.
It was once his intention, proof of Gabriel's love for Jessica.
And today, it would be the first time Jessica wore this wedding dress.
After all, it was Gabriel's wedding; how could she be absent?
Jessica would go to the wedding.
And Jessica would certainly wear the most beautiful wedding dress, with the most beautiful makeup, and attend in full splendor.
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