“Kitten, I suddenly thought of a poem,” Agnes said, holding his hand. In the flickering light, she gazed at him with a hint of infatuation.
“What poem?” He stood before her, his eyes filled with sincerity.
Agnes smiled sweetly and tilted her head playfully. “I must be a kapok tree near you, standing together as trees.”
Tom’s lips curved into a beautiful smile. He didn’t think for long. “Grass is seeding, the wind is shaking its leaves. We stand together, not speaking, and it is very beautiful.”
Yes, just gazing at each other, eyes full of each other, felt wonderful.
They had brought four sets of clothes today, and the makeup artist followed them throughout. Even the raw photos looked beautiful.
However, as wedding photos, they still needed some retouching.
Time passed quickly…
Tom Fritz showed his sincerity by giving a high dowry to the Campell family. In fact, Mr. and Mrs. Campell lived with Spencer and didn’t need or lack money.
So they saved part of the money for their daughter and donated the rest.
In just one month, Tom Fritz competed with Spencer in being a likable son-in-law, both loving everything about their beloved to the extreme.
With all the formalities completed, they began to plan the wedding.
After discussing it with Agnes, Tom decided not to hold the wedding at Fritz Manor but opted for a beach wedding instead.
This decision was supported by the elders of the Fritz family. They hired the best wedding planning team and chose an auspicious day with good weather.
Soon, that auspicious day arrived.
A spacious beach with fine, soft sand was meticulously decorated in a fresh style.
For this wedding, dozens of staff had been setting up for two whole days. The overall planner was the groom Tom Fritz, following Agnes’s preferred style.
Though not overly luxurious or extravagant, every detail exuded grandeur and romance. The air was filled with Tom’s love for Agnes.
Each guest chair had a name tag. The wedding invited only close relatives from the Fritz and Campell families; distant relatives were not notified.
High-level executives from Fritz Group and some important partners who were also close friends were invited.
Ivan and Jennifer also attended. Their presence drew much attention; they exuded extraordinary charm and love as always.
As the sun slowly rose, guests arrived one after another. The bridal convoy soon reached the venue.
Facing the sea with its rippling waves was refreshing to behold.
The azure sky and gentle sea breeze complemented a wedding scene arranged like a fairyland. Everywhere were rustic-style wedding photos; everyone witnessed this beautiful love story.
For guests, it was comfortable and pleasant.
Soon someone excitedly announced, “Here they come! The newlyweds are here!”
Almost everyone turned to look. Tom held Agnes’s hand as they walked slowly toward them.
At this moment, music started playing-softly and tenderly-
Their steps were slow but steady with each stride.
Agnes held a bouquet; her hair was simply styled in an updo with a white veil gently fluttering in the wind. Today she wore a simple white wedding dress without much train or excess jewelry-very simple indeed.
Yet she did not appear cheap at all; rather she looked like a noble little princess drawing all guests’ attention to her.
How much luck must one gather to marry such an outstanding man like Tom?
And how exceptional must she be to win Tom’s heart?
These questions lingered in guests’ minds but ultimately attributed it all to fate and destiny-everyone blessed them wholeheartedly.