Just Before He Said I DO

In the courtyard of St. James Palace's Chapel Royal, countless people from all walks of life were scattered around. At every turn of your head, you get to see more people dressed in stunning dresses, each more beautiful than the last.

More luxurious cars pulled up to the red carpet, delivering more stunning guests.

“I can't believe they are finally getting married!” A pretty lady dressed in a pale pink dress said to her partner, also dressed similarly.

“Yes! And in Chapel Royal! Hmm…” The other one replied jealously.

“What do you expect? Her family is old money!” Another group of three, consisting of sequin-decked old Ladies, sauntered by with haughty looks.

“Their marriage is a perfect match made in heaven! Haha.” A handsome young man laughed boisterously with his friends under an alcove.

They all nodded, laughing along, their pristine suits looking dazzling on their toned bodies. “I can't agree with you less, Julian. Your cousin's marriage to Miss Vivienne will be the wedding of the century…”

“Sir….!!!” A voice called, interrupting them. They turned to see a group of people holding blinking cameras and different sizes of microphones running towards them.

Their faces turned ugly as they groaned. “Shit, it's the paparazzi!”

The paparazzi caught up with them with massive smiles, but before they could talk, the wedding bells jingled.

But the paparazzi were relentless, clicking their cameras and waving the microphones in their faces while asking them a barrage of questions.

“Mr. Julian, how do you feel about your cousin’s marriage?”

“How else am I supposed to feel?!” Julian scoffed inwardly.

“How many months do you think this wedding would hold up for?”

“There are rumors that Montgomery’Co is having issues with a new rival that is threatening to dwarf the company and put it in the shade. How true is that, sir?”

“Sir…”

Julian scoffed but was careful not to do anything to tarnish his image. In this world of Fame and luxury, image was everything.

“I am sorry to say this, but I have a wedding to attend. But I will answer all your questions later.” Julian chuckled and hurried away from the paparazzi with his friends.

A luxurious car parked on the red carpet as the people hurried inside the church. The valet ran to get the door, which opened to reveal a breathtaking young man with golden eyes and hair, who stood still for some moments contemplating the scene.

A younger lady appeared by his side with a very bright smile. She had on a pale pink dress that wrapped around her upper body and flared out in layers below her slim waist, giving her a slight foreign vibe. She had a slight resemblance to the man beside her.

“Aren’t we going inside, brother?” She asked in a carefree voice tinged with a lilting foreign accent.

The man only nodded forlornly and walked with his sister into the church hall.

***

Edgar Montgomery gave his bride-to-be a small smile as the priest proceeded with the speech.

“Dearly beloved….” Everything faded away as Vivienne Renard stared lovingly at her soon-to-be husband. His handsome face was something even the top models were jealous of. He has gray eyes, a beautiful nose, a perfect jawline, sexy thin lips, and a killer body to die for.

He didn't notice her staring because his gaze kept shifting around like he was looking for something. His attitude made Vivienne worried as she knew what they had gone through to make him agree to this.

“If there is anyone against this union. Speak now or forever remain silent!”

Vivienne stylishly looked around worriedly, hoping some deranged psycho or asshole won't ruin her wedding.

The foreign young man looked around the hall for a while before shaking his head slightly, his golden eyes downcast. His sister noticed this and grabbed his hand, giving him soft pats.

Although numerous people would have loved to raise their hands, the people only shifted and murmured angrily in their seats.

“Do you have anything to present?” The priest asked an absent-minded Edgar who didn't reply.

Vivienne grimaced and grabbed his hands softly, glaring at him with a smile.

“Oh!...” Edgar gave an apologetic smile and cleared his throat. “No, I don't father.”

The priest nodded. “Then, let us commence. Do you, Vivienne...”

Everything faded away again for Edgar as his downcast eyes sadly scoured one end of the halls to another as though he were in search of something.

He said some prayers in his mind hoping for some miracle to happen, so he wouldn't have to go through with this.

He couldn't bear the hurt and pain it would cause if everything eventually fell into place.

‘Why can't he just concentrate?’ Vivienne thought worriedly as she put on a huge smile to mask the worried thoughts running through her head.