The Two Fleets Wedding Limousines

The next day, the sun shone as brightly as the stars the previous night.

Rosalyn was woken by the warmth of its glow and immediately saw Julia smiling at her beneath its rays. "Oh, Rosie—how relaxed can you be, sleeping so soundly on your wedding day?"

Rosalyn hid her face in Julia's arms, yawning lazily. "Please, Grandma. I'm sleepy."

Julis sighed disapprovingly. "Oh, just wake up already! Your wedding car has even arrived!"

Rosalyn's head jerked up, and she looked outside where Julia was pointing and saw a row of black luxury cars parked everywhere in the nursing home front yard.

Her internet friend… had really come to marry her?

She stepped out of Julia's room and found a man standing there with his back to her, followed by a huge entourage.

His dark suit was tailored to fit him to a tee, and his cufflinks glinted against the sun.

He really oozed nobility from head to toe.

Julia huffed right then. "Oh, Rosie—just go already!"

At her voice, the man slowly turned, and Rosalyn's heart must have skipped two beats when she saw his face. "You?!"

-

At nine in the morning on Central Avenue in Cromwell, two convoys were advancing along the two five-lane highways.

Naturally, one was Eric Hammond's, while the other was Carl Grant's.

They were Cromwell's most eligible bachelors, with one having the most influence, while the other the most money.

No media outlet could sleep since they were both getting married on the same day, and they camped out at scenic photo spots and livestreamed the convoy's journey nationwide.

Both convoys were a marvel too—one would have trouble finding the end from the front as there were over a hundred cars, each of them decorated with flowers and ribbons.

The two fleets of wedding limousines were proceeding on their respective lanes but eventually stopped near each other at Central Square in the middle of Central Avenue.

As the limousines met, the brides wound down the window to exchange bouquets—a gesture of offering each other blessings.

Still, news of Eric's wedding was sudden that no one knew who the bride was, so most long-range lenses were focused on his limousine in an attempt to get a glimpse of the bride's face.

The only person who wasn't interested was Carl.

He couldn't sleep after that call with Rosalyn last night, and he felt like he was floating, his mind in a complete daze.

He really didn't care who Eric would marry—all he wanted to know was whether Rosalyn would be at his wedding.

He didn't see her at the wedding hall before he went to pick up Zoe, and she was never late for work.

But she simply didn't show up.

He tried to call her, but his calls weren't getting through.

He sent someone to find her, but they told him she had left the nursing home.

Now, he was screening the local news in case there had been an accident.

Meanwhile, as everyone watched in anticipation, the window of Eric's limousine was slowly lowered, and a face covered in a white bridal veil could be seen.

The journalists began to snap as many photos as they could with their 8K cameras, as the face was still visible.

On the other hand, Zoe was close enough that she didn't need high-definition pixels to see the face under the veil.

It was such a familiar face that her heart skipped a beat in shock.

Rosalyn Jones?!

Was she seeing things?!

Why was she in Eric's wedding limousine and wearing a bridal gown?!

However, as Rosalyn held out her bouquet, Zoe did the same, albeit stiffly.

She tried to say Rosalyn's name and ask questions.

Still, she was in shock, and Rosalyn spoke first after they exchanged their bouquets. "All the best!"

It didn't matter what had happened between them in the past—Rosalyn would put everything behind her after today.

Be it Carl or Zoe, love or hate—it was all in the past now.

That was when Carl, who had been keeping his head down, blinked and looked up in surprise.

All the best?!

Was that Rosalyn?

Why was he hearing Rosalyn's voice?!