The Wedding That Never Was Chapter 43

The rare heavy rainstorm in Southern California lasted intermittently for half a month before finally ending.

Planning a wedding seemed to be an exhausting process. At least Ilara thought so.

Jessica had given her an indefinite long vacation, but she hadn't rested properly for three days.

Leo was even worse. Just explaining things to the relatives in his family one by one was enough to make him dizzy.

By the time all the wedding arrangements and procedures were ready, the day was almost upon them.

On the last day of June, the dizzying sunlight roasted the entire city thoroughly. People even began to miss that rainstorm.

On the tarmac of Los Angeles International Airport, the only private jet parked there had been humming for a while. Now, the fuselage began to vibrate, taxiing up into the high sky.

A male passenger on the far left of the cabin, strikingly handsome, seemed to be hiding something on his mind. His gaze remained fixed out the window.

The flat wings sliced through the hazy sea of clouds. Under the straight flight path, a wedding was taking place.

Western weddings weren't rare anymore, but the pure white wedding dress on the bride was one of a kind in all of California—

It was said that the young master of the Vance family spent a fortune to have a French designer customize it.

The guests exchanged glances and smiled at each other.

However, in their hearts, the shock of that blood-stained wedding dress still outweighed this luxurious gown a hundred times over.

After all, no matter how expensive a dress is, it isn't as intriguing as a scarlet scandal among the rich and famous.

On the carpet covered with white rose petals, the bride took the groom's arm and walked slowly.

They walked toward the groom's parents at the end, instead of the bride's father handing her over to the groom. This ceremony seemed a bit special.

But here, no one dared to say a bad word about the Vance family.

Even for such an unseen wedding held on the lawn...

The guests could only use excuses like "the bride and groom have lived abroad, so they must be doing it right" to brush it off.

Ilara walked lightly, looking at Leo's face through a layer of veil, smiling at each other.

Suddenly, she looked up as if sensing something.

In her vision, only a tiny white giant bird flew across the high sky.

The Wedding March played. Ilara withdrew her gaze, smiling beautifully at the cameras lighting up again. Her beauty was heart-trembling.

Her old songs played on the stereo. Confusingly, there wasn't a single love song among them.

Until the end, a newly released song appeared. It coincided with the vow exchange.

"Dear Groom, Dear Bride, is your love for each other steadfast and unwavering?"

"Have you given your body and soul entirely to the other, never to love another man or woman in this life?"

"Are you willing to accompany each other in sickness, never retreat in hardship, and comfort each other in pain?"

The priest read solemnly. An unopened Bible lay before them.

"I do," Leo looked at her.

"I swear, my love for Miss Ilara Vaughn is steadfast and unwavering for this lifetime."

"My body and soul are entirely given to her. Whenever she needs me, I will accompany her and never retreat."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was powerful enough. As if piercing through thirty years of time, carrying a dream to the very end.

Ilara looked back at him, smiling slightly.

"I do, too."