Chapter 782 The Quinell Had Come
âHmm.â Lyra responded half-heartedly, her expression somewhat awkward and restless.
Take Lyra to the third floor,â Damienâs message suddenly appeared on Cheriseâs phone.
Cherise furrowed her brows, âWhy?â
Just half an hour ago, Damien had left to pick up Beckham, Soren, and Serafina from the airport, so he was likely still on the road. Why would he ask her to escort Lyra to the third floor in his absence?
Someone wants to meet her. Iâve convinced her family to attend her wedding,â Damien explained in his message.
Cheriseâs eyes widened in surprise. What? Lyraâs family is here!!
Who would have thought Damien would take the initiative to convince Lyraâs family?
While drafting the invitations earlier, she had asked Lyra if her family should be included, and the latter responded that she had grown distant from her family and they wouldnât be concerned about her, so Cherise didnât inquire further.
Sciting down her phone, Cherise glanced at the still pale Lyra, âCome on, follow me.â
Lyra nodded, gathered up her skirt, and trailed behind Cherise. She was so anxious that she forgot to ask Cherise about their destination. Cherise guided her to the door of the reception room on the third floor and swung it open.
Inside the reception room, her parents, uncle, aunt, grandparents, and three brothers were all present. Lyra instantly spun around and attempted to flee.
âHold on, Lyra!â A deep voice of a middle-aged man resonated from within the room, âYouâre getting married today. Where do you think youâre going? Cold feet at the altar, are you?
Lyraâs steps faltered.
She turned around with a pale face to face her family members, âI⊠Zac and I are already married. Legally. Paperwork and everything. Even if this wedding falls apart, it doesnât change that. Iâm his wife. And Iâll be there for him, whatever happens.â
A tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek. âAnd⊠if you think Iâm a disgrace, or this wedding is a mistakeâŠyou can disown me. I understand.â
Mrs. Quinellâs voice, filled with playful affection, cut through the wedding-day tension as she wiped away the tears from Lyraâs eyes.
âWhy the tears, on what should be the happiest day of your life? Only one wedding in a lifetime, my darling girl, and youâre already turning the ceremony into a mascara parade? The photos will be a disaster, and your unconscious prince will probably find it hilarious when he wakes up.â
Lyra, still sobbing, managed a surprised snort. âMom? You⊠youâre not angry?â
Mrs. Quinell shrugged, a knowing smile appearing at the corners of her eyes. âYouâve made your choice, and resenting you would just give me wrinkles. But speaking of choices, not informing us about the
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wedding? That, my dear, was a bit inconsiderate. Your brothers are furious like bulls in tutus, and your father nearly choked on his cigar when Mr. Lenoir played peacemaker.â
Lyraâs eyes widened in surprise, âMr. Lenoir?â
She glanced at Cherise, a wave of gratitude washing over her. âOh, no⊠thank you, Mrs. Lenoir!â
Cherise, equally surprised by the revelation, offered a sheepish smile. âUh⊠no worries,â she mumbled, feeling the heat of unexpected attention.
A soft, curious voice broke the silence. âWhat did you call her?â
âSheâs Mr. Lenoirâs wife, so I called her Mrs. LenoirâŠâ Lyra mumbled.
Mrs. Quinellâs gaze lingered on Cherise for a moment, then shifted back to Lyra, a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes. âWell, sweetheart, forget the formalities. Mrs. Lenoir is actually your cousin.â
The room erupted in a surprised gasp, leaving Lyra and Cherise speechless. In her pristine gown, Lyra looked like a picture of bewildered beauty.
âWhat do you meanâŠ?â she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
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