Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0238

Sydney nodded, sniffling softly as she tried to regain her composure.

"Come on now, not you too," she chided, pulling back and giving Grace's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You'll ruin your makeup, and we can't have that."

Grace let out a shaky laugh, blinking rapidly to clear her vision.

Sydney smiled and handed Grace the exquisite bouquet that had been carefully arranged for the occasion.

"Here, take this," she said, handing the fragrant bundle of flowers to Grace. "Everyone's waiting for us."

Grace accepted the bouquet with a grateful nod, her fingers caressing the petals.

"Thank you, love."

Arm in arm, the two friends made their way down the elegantly decorated hallway. Sydney was still dabbing at her eyes because the tears wouldn't stop coming.

Then she saw a hankie in front of her.

She looked up beside her and saw Mark walking beside her with a lopsided grin

"You'll ruin your makeup if you keep crying like that."

Sydney took the cloth and dabbed at her eyes.

"You can return it to me some other time," he gestured to the handkerchief.

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her eyes went to the collar

glanced down at the askew knot of his tie, his

would you help?" his

course not," Sydney

Damon?" Mark inquired, glancing around as if expecting the precocious child

the old aunties, waiting in the hall. They wanted

reached the ceremony

her uncle, who would be walking her down the aisle, and exchanged one last meaningful look with Sydney

filled the air, and all eyes turned towards the radiant bride as she made her way down the aisle, her

befriended years ago at the hospital, who then became her boyfriend, fiancé and now,

exchange of vows and the sliding of rings onto

uttered those fateful words, "You may now

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erupted from the gathered guests,

bouquet as Grace tossed it over her shoulder. This elicited a chorus of cheers and good-natured ribbing from the assembled well-wishers. Even Mark who

reception continued in

busy getting throngs out

take it," she

down at the

"But... you earned it."

she insisted and turned to

the bouquet into his

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