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"WeddingIs the setup indoors or outdoors?"
DaphneSets down the cookie in her hand, blinks excitedly, and suggests, "Outdoors, we can ride horses outdoors!"
Miller glanced at Louis, and the butler obediently lowered his head, jotting down the valuable suggestions of the future lady of the house in his notebook.
"Do we need any specific ceremonies?" Daphne asked her brother as she sipped on a cup of sweet milk. "Like, for example, making vows in front of everyone and then exchanging rings?"
Miller coldly said, "The ring is already on your finger, stop thinking about taking it off."
Although Daphne couldn't understand Miller's inexplicable vigilance, she still chose to respect his thoughts.
"So what do we need to do at the Wedding?"
"Nothing much," Miller said casually, adjusting his monocle. "It's just like a family dance party, give some grand thanks, and then announce the start of the dance party. Even if it's outdoors without a stage, aside from those who are trying to climb the social ladder, not many people will pay attention to us. Everyone is here to maintain good relations between families, of course, and to make connections or engage in some less-than-reputable activities on the side."
Daphne Very disappointed: "Ah, is that all?"
"That's it."
"That's really boring..." Daphne propped her chin with her right hand, furrowing her brows in thought. "How about, how about eloping instead?"
Louis heard the word and his hand, holding the pen, trembled, splattering black ink onto a blank piece of paper. Lucia, pouring tea for the head of the household, also trembled, and the scalding tea splashed onto the pristine carpet, instantly staining it a dirty red.
Miller's finger stopped wiping the lens, and there was a crisp sound as he directly crushed the fragile plain glass.
Daphne looked at his suddenly darkened face, her shoulders reflexively shrinking, and said to Miller in a stuttering voice, "Brother... your favorite glasses, they're broken."
Miller now doesn't want to pay attention to any broken glasses, just wants to mess up his obedient little sister.
He raised his head, with a pale and eerie face that made people feel creepy, and stared at her with a very sinister look in his eyes. He asked in a cold tone, "Daphne, what were you saying just now?"
Daphne Touching the goosebumps on her arm, with a vacant look in her eyes: "I mean... what if, brother, we elope?"
Miller Fell silent for a moment, and asked: "... What do you mean?"
"Just, at the wedding, suddenly ran away, ran to play wherever, and then left them all there..." In her brother's eyes, Daphne's voice became lower and lower, "I'm sorry... Is this too rude and improper?"
"It's okay."
"Hmm?!" Daphne looked at him in surprise.
Miller looked at her with calm eyes, not as terrifying as before: "I said it's okay. As long as you're happy, Wedding do whatever you want."
"Really?" Daphne smiled, revealing her cute and innocent snaggletooth, "Then let's discuss where we should escape to!"
On the neatly manicured emerald green lawn, lovely dining tables are pieced together, covered with pristine tablecloths adorned with delicate floral patterns. Slim-necked vases are placed on top, holding several yellow roses inside.
Waiters push large trolleys, weaving between tables and guests, making a conscious effort to minimize their presence so as not to disturb the conversations of the patrons.
With the lessons learned from Josie, this time Louis has screened and checked all the personnel to ensure that the entire wedding will go off without a hitch.
"Is Flora ready?"
"Almost there."
Daphne finally put on the tight-fitting pants, smoothed out the wrinkles on the wedding dress, shook the carved crystal earrings attached to her earlobes in front of the mirror, and then walked out of the dressing room with grace.
Miller He gazed straight at her as she walked up to him, unable to help himself as he reached out his right hand and lightly brushed the gold fragments stuck at the corner of her eye.
Daphne She shook her head, the pure white waist-length veil swaying gently with her movements. Her eyelashes fluttered, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she softly asked him, "Am I beautiful?"
"I think running away from the wedding was the right choice after all," Miller looked at her deeply and said, "Flora is just too beautiful."
If she stayed at the Wedding scene like this, maybe some idiot who loses their mind at the sight of beauty would try to do something they shouldn't.
Because Daphne is still a novice, the opening remarks for the Wedding were personally delivered by Miller.
Of course, in order to develop her sister's abilities, she wrote the script herself.
"…In any case, thank you once again for coming. We will do our best to bring you the best enjoyment, and we hope to bring you a wonderful evening tonight."
Miller half-bent with Daphne, then cleared his throat with a serious face, bringing back the attention of those who were completely focused on his sister.
The guests were still immersed in the beauty of the bride, clapping sporadically and making sparse applause.
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