When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 856: Please Join Me in Making the Vows

Beside the Lamborghini was a row of luxury cars, each worth millions.

The invitations went out not only to the Fletcher and Sherman families’ relatives and friends but also to some close business partners of the Fletcher Family and company executives.

In short, all the big names in Argent were present, along with a few friends from the political scene.

All of Rachel Sherman’s relatives were invited, including aunts and uncles, and they gave substantial red envelopes, with everything arranged perfectly.

The wedding today was private, and the media were politely declined.

Guests arrived in their finest attire, presenting their best selves, with bright smiles, sincerely blessing the newlyweds.

Everyone knew Rachel Sherman was getting married for the second time, and they all envied her; a woman must live life true to herself.

Granny Hughes arrived relatively late but was not tardy; many people came out to greet her as she stepped out of the car.

Granny Hughes held authority in the Fletcher Family, Xavier Family, and Hughes Family. She was the last elder of these prominent families—kind, wise, and everyone said having an elder at home is like having a treasure, and she was indeed a precious gem.

"Mom."

Mrs. Fletcher, Summer Hughes, and Mrs. Xavier, Violet Hughes, both personally came to welcome their mother, and their husbands also arrived, gentlemanly and courteous, eager to assist.

"How wonderful, I have high hopes for this marriage." The elderly woman couldn’t contain her joy and smiled broadly.

The guests had mostly arrived, and everyone proceeded into the church, taking their seats in the guests’ area.

As the auspicious hour struck, the purest and most fragrant floral scent sprayed out from within the sanctuary, filling the air like the swirling tides.

As the priest began—

"Please welcome the bride!"

The gates of happiness opened slowly as the wedding march played, melodious and joyful.

In the backlit glow appeared Rachel Sherman, wearing a pristine white wedding dress, with exquisite makeup.

She stood quietly with her father, capturing everyone’s gaze.

In front of her and her father stood two flower children around seven years old, children from Rachel’s relatives, dressed beautifully as well.

The little boy wore a black suit, and the little girl a white dress, each holding a flower basket.

With the music’s rhythm, everyone walked step by step onto the red carpet, as the children scattered rose petals from their baskets as they moved forward.

Chase Fletcher personally gave the children large red envelopes this morning, promised them toys, and instructed them on some details.

Hidden under her white veil, Rachel saw the thoughtfully arranged church for the first time, tears of emotion welled up in her eyes as she struggled to control her emotions.

She mustn’t cry, she needed to look beautiful, not sentimental; she couldn’t let her makeup smudge, with so many people watching.

Chase Fletcher stood on stage, with his spirit particularly strong after some time of recuperation, standing at the very center of the church.

Wearing a black suit, his hairstyle neatly styled, his already handsome face appeared even more striking.

His eyes shone with the light of happiness, his loving gaze fixed steadily on Rachel Sherman.

The church was more spacious and bright, filled with a sense of history and culture, making the ceremony more dignified. This atmosphere brought an air of nobility and elegance, elevating the ceremony’s gravity.

Soon, Rachel, arm in arm with her father, walked down the red carpet to face Chase Fletcher.

Mr. Sherman handed his daughter’s hand into his, unable to resist wiping away tears of joy, almost unable to control his emotions.

"Wife, you look truly beautiful today." He complimented her with a smile and couldn’t resist giving her a hug.

The ceremony hadn’t even started, yet he already found it difficult to contain his delight inside.

The guests below burst into enthusiastic applause, and Rachel’s nose tingled with emotion.

Soon, the priest holding a silver microphone began speaking, "Now, will the groom take the bride’s right hand."

Rachel placed her bouquet in her left hand, and Chase took her right hand, and the church fell silent, all eyes on them.

The priest continued, "Now, please follow me in the vows."