Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Their faces beamed with joy, yet they still didn’t open the door, instead signaling to the servants.
Nine servants came forward, each holding a painting, forming a straight line before the groom.
“One of these masterpieces was painted by Bella. If Mr. McMillian can guess which the right one is, I’ll let you in!” Cathy stood behind the line of servants, spoke with a bit of pride. The tables had turned; today it was her turn to “challenge” her cousin.
He had “punished” her plenty in the past!
Romeo and his groomsmen surveyed that each painting depicted different things.
“I must say, these are quite well done.” Timothy commented with genuine admiration.
Although unsure which piece was Mirabella’s, Timothy, having grown up around great artworks, could tell these were not the creations of ordinary artists.
Derrick couldn’t figure it out; it would be easier to compare if the nine pieces were similar, but as it was, it was hard to tell the difference.
Jeffery, who had always admired Mirabella’s art, felt that two of the paintings could very well be hers, yet he hesitated to guess which.
The other groomsmen simply shook their heads in doubt.
“This one,” Romeo said, his voice clear and mellow, as pleasant as sound of a babbling brook.
The groomsmen thought he had a discerning eye for art, recognizing it so swiftly. But as they were about to rejoice, they saw several servants coming out holding items like a keyboard, a washboard, and even a durian.
Had Romeo guessed wrong?!
Awave of anxiety swept through the groomsmen, but before they could intercede, Romeo’s voice, deep and sonorous like a cello, interjected, “I wasn’t finished. The one I just pointed out was painted by Luna.”
All eyes turned to Luna, even Luna herself was surprised.
How had he spotted her work among so many, especially when she had tried to imitate Bella’s style?
“Not bad. Your skills have improved,” Romeo complimented, and Luna’s lips curved into a smile, her eyes sparkling with pride.
“This one’s by Carol,” Romeo indicated another painting.
Finally, his gaze settled on a beautiful phoenix painting, “This is Bella’s.”
The bridesmaids were astounded.
“Are you sure? If you’re wrong, there’s a penalty!” Joyce teased, trying to mislead him.
“If you guess your cousin’s but mess up your wife’s, she’s gaing the!
ctosoken” Nie@chimed in mischievously.
But Romeo was confident, “It’s this one; I’m sure.”
“Why are you so sure?” Deborah asked, puzzled.
“Have you seen her paint it before?” Freda was equally intrigued.
“It’s her style,” Romeo replied, having witnessed her previous works and familiar with her distinctive flair.
“It’s this one, we’re sticking to it!”
Timothy trusted hi fie ‘s jadorneht innplici IvcleRorhee said it was the one, it had to be.
“Congratulations, you got it right!” the bridesmaids cheered in unison.
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intings gq.welt He ha guessed cofrectly in an instant!
He truly had a discerning eye!
“Then, what do you think these paintings are trying to express?” Joyce threw out another question.
The groomsmen were suddenly all ears and eager to participate.
“I’ve got it, I’ve got it,” Timothy said, pointing to the first canvas. “These two birds, they both have white heads. Does that stand for growing old together?”
“Exactly!” all the bridesmaids sang in unison.
“This one symbolizes ‘a perfect match,’ and this one, ‘mutual support’!”
The rest were quickly deciphered by the groomsmen: ‘being perfectly paired,’ ‘inseparable hearts,’ ‘unfading love,’ ‘an ideal couple’.
All were blessings for the bride and groom.
The servants fired the party poppers, and colored confetti rained down on the groom and groomsmen, while the bridesmaids finally opened the door.
The moment Romeo laid eyes on Mirabella, he froze in his tracks.
Dazzling diamonds glittered on her dress like sunlit waves on a shimmering lake, the mermaid silhouette tracing her enchanting curves, creating an ethereal vision.
Her half-up, curly hair, and the diamond tiara only added to her breathtaking beauty. she looked otherworldly.
“Bella.” Romeo’s voice was soft and tender, his gaze completely fixed on her delicate face.
She was stunning.
Stunning that every other sight in the world seemed dull by comparison.
Stunning that he could see no one else but her.
The photography team was live-streaming this moment.
All the onlookers were going wild.
[Can’t imagine anyone else who’d be a better match for them, it’s like they were made for each other!]
This is what you call a match made in heaven!]
Ah! I declare myself Mirabella’s number one fan! She’s too gorgeous today!]
(Oh, my Romeo is someone else’s now. I once dreamed of marrying Romeo, but seeing the bride today, I realized how delusional I was.]
(Our Summer is so beautiful.]
(Our Mirabelle is so pretty too!]
Romeo is looking sharp as well, every expression, every move, even in slow motion, he’s still so handsome!)
He’s truly flawless, not a single imperfection from head to toe!]
“To take away the bride, you’ve got to pass one last test!’ Joybe, presented wathisixings of different colors.
Three meters away from Romeo, on the ground, there was a golden cage with a beautiful pair ofswgdaiag)
shges insite. *SGroom needed to toss a ring and land it around the cage to retrieve the shoes and put them on Mirabella’s feet to take her away.
Unexpectedly, Romeo nailed it with the first toss.
All the bridesmaids wore expressions of disbelief. How did h manage that psn neyeautt even aged to take a close look.
Mirabella, sitting on the bridal bed, couldn’t help but laugh at their reactions.
With the cage now in hand, there was a padlock that needed to be opened.
Jackson said, “It must be 0000!”
“No way, this puzzle is meant for Romeo. so the code has got to be Bella’s birthday!” Timothy analyzed.
Derrick twisted the numbers on the lock, and sure enough, the lock was opened.
Romeo held the dreamy, gorgeous wedding shoes and knelt to slip them onto Mirabella’s feet, his eyes lifting with a tender and passionate gleam.
The girl before him was breathtakingly beautiful. Romeo leaned in and kissed her lips softly, whispering, “I’ve come for you, my love.”
“You look handsome today,” Mirabella observed his features and attire, finding him flawlessly perfect.
“The suit is of your design, and the husband is of your choice. It just shows your exceptional taste,” Romeo said indulgently.
Their friends around them hadn’t expected them to be so affectionate upon meeting and started to tease.
Romeo picked her up, step by step they walked downstairs.
The guests in the living room had been eagerly awaiting their arrival, barely containing their excitement.
Bernard, taking the lead, suggested, “Let’s have Romeo toast to the seven elders first.”
Without them, there would be no today for Bella.
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
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