Became A Queen After divorce

After waiting for a while, Mr. Harrison finally announced, “The bride and groom may enter.”

Cheyenne took her father’s arm and stepped onto the red carpet to the sound of enchanting music. She quickly noticed that Benson had switched to the third song. The familiar melody instantly brought back memories. She turned her head to glance in Benson’s direction, and he seemed to sense her gaze, turning his head as well. Their eyes met across the distance, and Cheyenne saw Pearl’s blessing in his eyes.

“Thank you, Benson,” she whispered softly, her red lips moving.

The music grew more tender and emotional, telling the story of a young girl’s unrequited love from her youth. In reality, the girl had finally found happiness. Her husband was the man she had liked since she was young, and they had two adorable children who were acting as flower girls. Besides the main couple, the most eye-catching figures today were those two little angels. Both young and old guests couldn’t resist their charm.

“Look at those two little ones, they’re so cute. Especially the little girl, she’s eating a bun while walking, haha.”

“I wonder what color sack she likes so I can prepare.”

“Are we forming a group to steal the kids? Count me in!”

Hearing their comments, the little fairy-like girl turned her head. Cierra tilted her head, her bright eyes making her even more endearing. The women in the audience all smiled fondly at her. However, to Cierra, those exaggerated smiles seemed different.

“Look! She heard us, haha.”

Cierra slowed down, and Oliver noticed the disruption in their formation and quickly reminded her, “Silly sister, you’re walking too slowly. What are you doing?”

“Brother, those ladies seem to be talking about me. Their looks are scary.”

Oliver glanced at the audience and saw unfamiliar faces. He decided to ignore them. “That’s because you’re eating while walking. Stop eating! Or they’ll laugh at you. Be serious,” he said sternly.

Cierra was holding a small piece of cake, eating it messily. “But I’m hungry,” she whined sweetly.

Oliver couldn’t stay mad at her. “Alright, then walk on the inside.”

Both kids had woken up very early that morning for styling and outfit selection, which took several hours. They hadn’t had breakfast due to time constraints. Oliver felt sorry for his sister and came up with a solution-switch positions!

“You walk inside and eat there. I’ll block you with my body. But eat quickly; Mom is almost at the stage.”

“Okay,” Cierra agreed with a sweet smile, showing two little teeth. Oliver muttered softly, “Little dummy.”

He worried that she might be easily tricked by bad people with food in the future. He decided he needed to teach her not to accept food from strangers.

Kelvin was already waiting on the other side of the red carpet for his bride. He felt as spirited as he did in his youth. Watching Cheyenne walk towards him slowly, he wished he could rush over and carry her himself.

“The red carpet shouldn’t have been this long; it’s torture,” he complained.

Chris, responsible for laying out the red carpet, instinctively hid behind a colleague upon hearing this. He wouldn’t dare tell Kelvin that the 99-meter-long red carpet was Mr. Lucas’s idea.

Abel, who had married out of family obligation and couldn’t understand Kelvin’s feelings, tried to comfort him. “Young man, have some patience.”

Kelvin replied, “You don’t understand, I’m very anxious!”

He worried about many things: what if Cheyenne tripped? What if she changed her mind halfway? He had thought of countless possibilities and prepared to adapt to any situation.

Abel smiled warmly. “Don’t call me godfather yet; the bride hasn’t officially married you.”

Kelvin was speechless. He hadn’t anticipated even his godfather would tease him today!Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Chris couldn’t help but laugh at Kelvin’s predicament. Kelvin shot him a look and lightly kicked him.

“Your laugh is too arrogant; you’ll be doing 100 push-ups later!”

Chris winced and pleaded, “On such a joyous day, you wouldn’t be so cruel.”

“I absolutely would!” Kelvin retorted.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne was also feeling frustrated. Walking in 12-centimeter heels was exhausting.

Channing, teary-eyed, supported his daughter and said with each step, “Cheyenne, you can still change your mind now; I can take care of you.”

Cheyenne was speechless but touched by her father’s love. “Dad, he made mistakes before but has changed now. If he treats me badly in the future, you know my temper-I won’t hesitate to kick him out and live happily with my kids!”

Channing beamed with pride. “That’s my girl! You have the courage to love and hate!”

Oliver quietly lowered his head. Though he didn’t particularly like that man, he suddenly felt sorry for his dad.

Halfway down the red carpet, Kelvin was growing impatient. Just as he was counting Cheyenne’s steps to estimate when she’d reach him, something unexpected happened-something he hadn’t anticipated among his countless scenarios.

Little flower girl Cierra got sleepy after eating and plopped down on her mom’s wedding dress, refusing to move.

“Mommy… sleepy… I want to sleep,” she whined.

Everyone was stunned before bursting into laughter. It was the first time anyone had seen flower girls go on strike halfway through!

Cheyenne and Oliver were equally shocked.

Channing saw this as an opportunity and happily took off his coat to make a pillow for Cierra. “Alright then, let’s nap here for ten minutes,” he said with a sly smile.