NovelEnglishChapter 887
The grand and romantic carriage cto a smooth stop outside the church, its wheels kissing the red carpet laid
out in welcome.
The Ashbourne brothers, along with Chasel, Jason, Gordon, and others, had gathered early, their faces alight with
joy. They tossed crimson rose petals into the azure sky, each gesture a testament to their joy and affection.
They stood like knights for a princess, their mere presence a stunning tableau that could dazzle any viewer, each
one a unique spectacle in their own right.
As petals fell like poetry and birds sliced through the sky, Marilla Abernathy, adorned with a tiara, looked every
bit the princess of the world. And her dashing brothers stood by, the knights sworn to protect her.
"The bride is truly beautiful," Arnold couldn't help but sigh with admiration.
"She is. Jareth is a lucky man," Chasel remarked, his eyes shimmering with a hint of envy.
"I really should attend more of these. When it's my turn, I'll have plenty of inspiration and won't be caught like a
deer in the headlights."
Arnold committed every detail to memory, his lips curling up as he pondered his own plans.
"oh, from your words, is your day approaching too?" Chasel asked, a glint of happiness in his eyes.
"Indeed, I've started thinking about it."
Arnold leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, "Keep this between us, but | want to surprise my darling with
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"Don't worry, my lips are sealed. If | spill even a word, | won't be a Bright anymore!"
"Of course, you're not a Bright. You're an Ashbourne now," Arnold teased, raising an eyebrow.
Chasel's heart raced, his cheeks flushing as red as the petals underfoot.
At this moment, Frederic Abernathy, clad in a sharp suit, stood ready at the center of the red carpet, poised to
escort his daughter down the aisle.
This man, nearing sixty, had devoted himself to a regimen of fitness and diet for two months, all to present the
best version of himself for his daughter's big day. He had even dyed his hair and groomed his eyebrows, leaving
nothing to chance.
Marilla, though appearing strong, was in fact quite frail, trembling even at the simple act of stepping down from
the carriage.
In the end, Thaddeus Abernathy lifted her down, a sight that filled their father's eyes with tears of concern and
love.
With Thaddeus' support, Marilla joined her father, and together they began their walk into the marital future.
Looking back at her brother, Marilla's eyes brimmed with tears. Thaddeus stood firm like an oak, his presence a
bastion of safety and strength.
"Go ahead," he encouraged, his eyes moist with emotion as he waved his sister forward.
Thaddeus struggled with his emotions, the weight of the moment pressing upon him. The thought of his own
future children momentarily crossed his mind, a thought he quickly shook away, not wanting to dishonor the
memory of Evadne.
The Abernathy father and daughter proceeded down the aisle, their path marked by solemn and graceful music,
as friends and family looked on with eager anticipation.
Hamilton Abernathy, accompanied by Mr. Murray, sat in the front row, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride
and sorrow as he witnessed his granddaughter's transition to married life.
At the altar, Jareth Fairhaven, the groom, stood tall and dignified, his heart pounding as he watched his bride
approach. The sight of her stirred a storm within him, his breaths coming in sharp, uncontrollable bursts.
He blinked back the tears, his love for her a palpable force that could not be contained.
As he took Marilla from Frederic, the exchange was poignant. "Take good care of my daughter, spoil her rotten,"
Frederic said with a fond smile, knowing full well his words were unnecessary.
"I will," Jareth promised, his voice thick with emotion.
The couple exchanged vows before Cassius, who, dressed as a minister, radiated a holy light. His deep, resonant
voice filled the church as he officiated their union, each word affirming the sacred bond being formed.
Jareth and Marilla exchanged rings and lit the unity candle, symbols of their commitment and shared future.
Jareth enveloped Marilla in his arms, sealing their vows with a kiss that spoke of eternal love and fidelity.
"| love Marilla, forever and always, unchanging."
He whispered his devotion, over and over, a mantra of their love.
Their love story was a grand journey of mutual pursuit, a testament to the belief that all rivers lead to the sea,
and in the end, they would always find each other.
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