Fit For Your Love (Olivia and Everett)

An endless row of wedding cars drove by.

The front-most wedding car was Lykanhype, super car, limited edition. Only seven of these cars were made in the world.

Not to mention its high price, the most important thing was that you couldn't buy it even if you wanted to.

It was followed by the Siebel sports cars.

The rearview mirrors of every wedding car were tied with white gauze bows, which fluttered in the wind.

It was quiet all around.

Everyone looked at the wedding car coming in and at the couple about to get off.

Preston also watched, with his hand in his pocket.

Everett didn't want this wedding, but because of Olivia, he compromised.

In his memory, Everett had never compromised with anyone. This was the first time.

Because of a woman.

He didn't know what to say.

Because of this mood, he couldn't laugh for a moment.

He should have laughed.

He should have blessed them.

When the car stopped, the media reporters immediately took photos of the wedding car with their cameras. For a moment, there were sounds of shutter all around. Soon the door opened and the one in the driver's seat got out.

of a sudden, the shutter

when they saw the person who got out of the car, they all quieted

reporters and guests all looked at the person who got out of the car, their

tightened as he looked at the person getting out of

car went to pick up the bride, the driver

the person in the driver's seat was not the

Melody's assistant.

What was going on?

the door, and Melody got out of

tiny diamonds on it sparkled in

head, which trailed along with the wedding dress, and

the reporters came to their senses. They immediately pressed the shutter button, and the continuous click

didn't see the groom, but when the bride appeared, the groom

train

entered the hotel, the wedding director came over and seated the guests. The wedding

was seated, and each seat had

sit wherever they

service staff led everyone to their

second row and third seat on the

relatives of the Weston Family and the

row were

in the third row were slightly inferior, and so

sat down and spoke in

see Mr.

"No, what about you?"

"Neither did we."

is about to begin, but Mr. Weston hasn't shown up yet. Is he

"Probably."

Preston frowned at this.