Chapter 782 The Quinell Had Come
“Hmm.” Lyra responded half-heartedly, her expression somewhat awkward and restless.
Take Lyra to the third floor,’ Damien’s message suddenly appeared on Cherise’s phone.
Cherise furrowed her brows, ‘Why?’
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. I’ve convinced her family to attend her wedding,’ Damien explained in his message.
Cherise’s eyes widened in surprise. What? Lyra’s family is here!!
Who would have thought Damien would take the initiative to convince Lyra’s 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 wouldn’t be concerned about her, so Cherise didn’t inquire further.
Sciting down her phone, Cherise glanced at the still pale Lyra, “Come on, follow me.”
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.
“Hold on, Lyra!” A deep voice of a middle-aged man resonated from within the room, “You’re getting married today. Where do you think you’re going? Cold feet at the altar, are you?
Lyra’s steps faltered.
She turned around with a pale face to face her family members, “I… Zac and I are already married. Legally. Paperwork and everything. Even if this wedding falls apart, it doesn’t change that. I’m his wife. And I’ll be there for him, whatever happens.”
A tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek. “And… if you think I’m a disgrace, or this wedding is a mistake…you can disown me. I understand.”
Mrs. Quinell’s voice, filled with playful affection, cut through the wedding-day tension as she wiped away the tears from Lyra’s eyes.
“Why the tears, on what should be the happiest day of your life? Only one wedding in a lifetime, my darling girl, and you’re 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.”
Lyra, still sobbing, managed a surprised snort. “Mom? You… you’re not angry?”
Mrs. Quinell shrugged, a knowing smile appearing at the corners of her eyes. “You’ve made your choice, and resenting you would just give me wrinkles. But speaking of choices, not informing us about the
was
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.”
Lyra’s eyes widened in surprise, “Mr. Lenoir?”
She glanced at Cherise, a wave of gratitude washing over her. “Oh, no… thank you, Mrs. Lenoir!”
Cherise, equally surprised by the revelation, offered a sheepish smile. “Uh… no worries,” she mumbled, feeling the heat of unexpected attention.
A soft, curious voice broke the silence. “What did you call her?”
“She’s Mr. Lenoir’s wife, so I called her Mrs. Lenoir…” Lyra mumbled.
Mrs. Quinell’s gaze lingered on Cherise for a moment, then shifted back to Lyra, a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes. “Well, sweetheart, forget the formalities. Mrs. Lenoir is actually your cousin.”
The room erupted in a surprised gasp, leaving Lyra and Cherise speechless. In her pristine gown, Lyra looked like a picture of bewildered beauty.
“What do you mean…?” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
