NovelUpdateChapter 413 Violet and McNeil's wedding was in full swing, the preparations growing more frenetic by the day.
Yet McNeil seemed wholly uninterested. Violet had considered telling him that the date had already been announced to the press-every major outlet would be sending crews to broadcast the wedding live-but lately, McNeil had been conspicuously busy.
He hadn't set foot in her apartment, nor returned to the house he'd once shared with Victoria. Gwyneth had been sent to stay with his family at the old estate. Compared to the lively bustle on Violet's end, McNeil's world felt cold and silent.
Since she was discharged from the hospital, McNeil had barely set foot anywhere she was.
She'd brought the wedding gown back from his house, and the more Violet looked at it, the more she adored it. But there was a problem-Victoria had a curvier figure but a slimmer waist, and no matter how many times Violet tried the dress on, she couldn't quite squeeze into it. If she forced it, the Swarovski crystals would pop right off.
Resigned, she called the bridal shop and asked them to alter it to her measurements.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe closer the wedding day drew, the more uneasy Violet felt. More than once, she woke in the middle of the night, sweating from a nightmare in which Victoria tried to kill her.
She'd switch on the lamp and stare into the silent darkness, then find herself laughing at her own nerves.
Victoria would never cross paths with McNeil again. That chapter was closed.
It was just a dream, she reminded herself. What was there to worry about? The next morning, Violet hand-delivered a wedding invitation to Quantum Core Technologies.
Curtis accepted the envelope, his expression a little hard to read.
"You're delivering these yourself? Where's McNeil?" Violet bristled inwardly but kept her expression smooth. "You know how busy he is. You two are close-surely that's no surprise." Curtis's reply was loaded with something she couldn't quite place. "Right... McNeil, he..." He seemed about to ask something, then fell silent. What he really wanted to know was whether McNeil knew Victoria was pregnant.
Violet pressed him: "What is it?" Curtis shook his head. "Nothing. Congratulations, Violet. I hope you two have a long and happy life together. You've waited so long for this-it's what you always wanted." Violet flashed him a dazzling smile. "Yes. We're going to be very happy." After leaving Quantum Core, she visited Marcus and Isaac, but neither of them offered the usual words of celebration. Marcus looked stern; Isaac seemed almost amused by her situation.
She couldn't decipher what any of it meant. But it didn't matter-she was about to marry McNeil. That was the truth.
Later, she phoned McNeil.
"I had a suit tailored for you for the wedding. When do you have tto try it on?" Violet wasn't Mrs. Langford yet, but she had already taken on the role-organizing his life in every detail. She'd promised herself: once she married McNeil, she would be the perfect wife, both at work and at home.
McNeil answered the phone distractedly. It took Violet asking the squestion twice before he snapped out of his reverie.
"Whatever. You decide." Before she could say anything else, he hung up.
Still caught up in her own excitement, Violet handled every wedding detail herself.
On the morning of the wedding, she expected a fleet of cars to cfor her.
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She'd even arranged for bridesmaids-all women from the company, thrilled that Ms: Marchand was about to marry Mr. Langford, the CEO. They waited eagerly, dressed to perfection. But after waiting for ages, only Maynard showed up.
Violet, resplendent in her wedding gown, stared at the empty driveway.
There was nova no groom. No best man.
"Where's McNeil?" she asked.
Maynard bowed respectfully. "Mr. Langford is already at the hotel. He askedto cpick you up." Around her, the bridesmaids began to whisper.
"Why didn't Mr. Langford chimself?" "Seriously, he just sent someone? That's so careless." For the first time, Violet lost her temper.
"Where is McNeil? It's our wedding day! Is this how he treats me?"
Maynard, caught off guard by her anger, hesitated, then spoke quietly so only she could hear. "Ms.
Marchand, Mr. Langford toldyou just wanted to fulf fulfill your wish of marrying him. There's no need for all this fuss. He said to keep everything simple. I'm to take you alone to the hotel. The bridesmaids don't have cars- either they get taxis or stay here. What would you like to do?" Violet was so furious she nearly fainted. "Forget it. I'll call my own car."
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