The ceremony ended, champagne popped, and fireworks exploded. Red petals fell like rain, forming a beautiful scene between the blue sky, white clouds, and the grassy field, as if it were a series of beautiful paintings.
Brandon Piers, holding Abigail's hand, cut a meter-high fondant cake. Under the blessings of the crowd, whether sincere or feigned, their engagement ceremony for the day came to an end.
The guests were escorted to the banquet by the waiters.
Elder Piers looked at Abigail in her wedding dress, then at his grandson pale in his wheelchair, he sighed lightly, "Since you've decided to be together, you can't regret from now on. Our Piers family doesn't entertain any flows of divorce."
Having said that, he handed a gift to Abigail, which was a pair of jade bracelets.