Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0236

NARRATOR'S POV

ONE YEAR LATER

The wedding preparations were in full swing, and Sydney rushed into the dressing room like a whirlwind, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the center of the room where Grace stood, resplendent in her wedding dress.

"Grace!" Sydney exclaimed, her initial frown melting into a beaming smile as she took in the breathtaking sight in front of her.

Grace turned away from the mirror, surrounded by a swarm of cloth. fitters, each one of them pinning and adjusting the folds of her wedding dress, and the many layers of the ivory satin and lace flowing around her like a dress from a fairy tale.

Grace had designed the dress herself, because she wanted something that would be the best of the best. An epitome of both elegance and sophistication. Indeed, it was a masterpiece, with six seamstresses and fitters carefully tending to every detail on her body.

A few hairstylists also hovered around Grace's head, working their fingers around the strands and twisting and curling everything on her hair that they could lay their hands on.

"Oh my gosh, you look stunning!" Sydney exclaimed. Her eyes sparkled with admiration as she stepped closer and clapped her hand over her heart to show how awed and grateful she felt for finally seeing Grace in that dress she'd dreamed of.

Grace blushed proudly. She was also unable to contain her

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did a little

she giggled. Her joy

let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head

attention to something else. "The makeup artist has just reached out to me. She

Grace's lips as she

today..." she lamented, her shoulders sagging

to Grace. Sydney wanted to recommend that they find an alternative artist since they didn't have much time to the church wedding. But she was also aware of

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glancing

"Check that bag over there," she said, nodding towards a large

Grace's direction, Sydney located the bag and rummaged through its contents

thanks," she acknowledged as she took it out then she said, "I'll be back in a bit," before stepping out

a warm smile, her shoulders visibly relaxing.

a few paces away from the door to the dressing room, Sydney put the phone to her ear. "Mark, it's

it's you," Mark replied with a chuckle and his

sarcasm.

rolled her