On the wedding day, the weather was the best it had been in months.
Clear skies and pleasant temperatures.
The wedding was held on the beachfront of a private island.
A gentle breeze lifted spirits.
The vast expanse was truly refreshing.
Nora Harrow, Shirley Lawson, Felicity Ford, and Lucy Lawson weren't bridesmaids, but they were even more difficult to deal with than bridesmaids.
They set up a checkpoint in front of the bride's room door, ensuring that Faye had to get past them to reach the bride.
Apart from Faye in a white custom suit, the other men were dressed in pure black tailored suits with a red embroidered pocket square folded into a flower shape.
A group of handsome men stood before them, each over six feet tall, vibrant, and exceptionally handsome, truly dizzying.
They really had to shut their eyes to ruthlessly refuse passage.
"Excuse me, how can we get through?" Xavier Warren asked from the side, looking at Nora Harrow.
