Chapter 83 Wedding (2)_1
The wedding was also held in St. Rowan Cathedral, one of the largest churches in T City and the usual venue for the weddings of prominent families.
When Glades Horne initially chose St. Rowan Cathedral, he hadn’t anticipated marrying Julia Bluen. Consequently, he had overlooked two things: first, that Nicholas Coldwell and Diana Powell had held their wedding there, and second, that Julia herself had suffered humiliation and mockery in that very place. He later intervened, harshly striking back at Nicholas Coldwell and the Powell Family.
After Ruby Bluen fled her wedding, he and Julia registered their marriage. He initially considered choosing a different church but ultimately decided against it. He wanted to hold a private yet dignified wedding in the same location. This would allow Julia to confront the place that had once caused her pain and show her that, even standing there, she could embrace her true happiness.
The weather that day was exceptionally fine. A warm sun hung in the clear blue sky, its light neither too fierce nor too weak, complemented by a cool autumn breeze that made it particularly pleasant.
All relatives from the Horne and Bluen families were en route to the church, and within half an hour, all had arrived.
Because Glades Horne permitted only family members at the wedding, those who knew it was the day of the Horne and Bluen union could only watch from a distance outside the church. They observed secretly, not daring to approach the venue. Even the usually fearless media kept their distance, watching and taking photos covertly.
Although only relatives were in attendance, both were large clans. When gathered, their numbers were considerable; including children, there were well over a hundred people.
Glades Horne wore a white suit—the very one Julia Bluen had given him—accessorized with a red tie, making him appear suave and debonair. His usually inscrutable, handsome face held a gentle smile, softening the intimidating, proud aura he often projected and lending him a touch of approachability. Julia had once said that in a white suit, he looked like a Prince Charming. Now, he was to be her Prince Charming, and she, his Snow White Princess.
He stood inside the church, waiting for Julia’s arrival.
Hansen Ruiz wore a black suit. This was a departure from his usual preference for white, a color that complemented his gentle and refined demeanor. Today’s change to black, however, was surprisingly striking. As the best man, he stood by Glades’s side, awaiting the bride’s arrival.