As they descended the staircase, Clara caught sight of Grandpa Reed seated in his wheelchair and beaming at them. He was decked out in a striking suit. She approached with a chuckle, eyeing his getup. "We're just going to sign some papers, not walking down the aisle. Don't you think you're a bit overdressed, Grandpa Reed?"

Reed's grin was wide as the Mississippi. "My little girl, you're tying the knot. Of course, I gotta put on the ritz! After you two make it official at city hall, we're heading over to your dad's to drop off the wedding gifts. I can't have you looking anything less than fabulous, now can I?"

Clara turned to lan, utterly bewildered. "How did things move so fast?"

lan raised an eyebrow with a sly grin. "Well, Grandma Rose and the clan heard wedding bells and couldn't sit still. They consulted with that old fortune teller, picked today as the 'perfect day for nuptials,' and here we are. We'll get the paperwork done, swing back, pick up Reed, and head over to your father's."

Clara suddenly realized that this wedding required hardly any effort on her part. Everything was being taken care of for her. The sensation of being cherished and doted on wasn't half bad.

The stylist and dressmaker were already on standby. They picked out a pristine white dress from the latest season's collection for Clara. Her makeup was done with delicate precision, enhancing her natural beauty. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

couple drove off, hearts racing with excitement toward city hall. Ian had opted not to pull any strings, choosing instead to queue up like any other couple about to embark on matrimonial bliss. When the robotic voice finally called their number, Clara's grip tightened. She seized lan's arm, her

dainty nose. "Mrs. Hayes, no backing

had a grin so big it looked like it could take flight. He snapped a picture with his phone and uploaded

comments and well-wishes flowed in

phone rang - it was Sasha. "Clara, did you and lan

picture, waiting to pick

year's out. What's the rush? You're not pregnant, are

suggestion and filled

I will be your maid

"That's more like it."

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