"So, let me get this straight," the host began, "She devoured your beef noodles and expects you to compensate with a bowl of plain noodle soup?"

Spencer confirmed with a simple, "Yes."

"That's hardly a fair exchange," the host quipped, prompting laughter from the audience.

Hertha, who was among the audience, listened to the exchange between the host and Spencer, realizing for the first time that Spencer and Emmeline didn't meet through a blind date. Their encounter had its own story.

She had always assumed that Spencer and Emmeline were introduced through mutual acquaintances. Clearly, she had much more to learn about Spencer.

"So, tell me, is it true love you feel for the bride?" the host prodded further with a challenging question.

After asking, he placed the microphone near Spencer's mouth. At that moment, Spencer caught sight of Hertha approaching the stage, and by chance, Hertha was also looking his way. Their eyes met.

With the host's question hanging in the air, everyone awaited Spencer's response, especially Emmeline, who stood at the hotel entrance in her pristine white wedding gown, anticipating her entrance. Time was of the essence, and Spencer, unable to break his gaze from Hertha, responded, "For the bride, my love is true."

words were met with

host, satisfied, announced the bride's

her father, walked down the

approached from the side, each carrying a basket, scattering vibrant red

was nothing

eyes fixed forward, saw only Spencer on the stage, and Spencer's gaze remained intently on

Emmeline's father placed her hand in

I've cherished her all her life, and now, it's your turn to cherish her." Spencer responded, "Dad, rest assured, I will cherish

music was elegant, the atmosphere

was moved by their words, her nose tingling with

father is immeasurable,

Hertha's thoughts drifted to

pitying her for not having a father's love growing up, and even

would ever experience being walked

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