Chapter 786 Cherise Teasing Gwenn
Beckham sighed in frustration at Cherise’s words, his hand hitting his forehead. Turning to Gwenn, his voice carried a hint of annoyance. “Gwenn, you’ve gone too far this time. This is Zac and Lyra’s wedding, not a nightclub! Even if this is your usual style, an event like this requires more decorum. Your dress is… inappropriate, to say the least. Please, go and change immediately.”
Gwenn clenched her jaw. “Dad, come on, it’s not that bad.”
She never adhered to dress codes, not even for funerals, let alone weddings. Flaunting her assets was her personal style, and what was wrong with that?
Always the epitome of angelic sweetness, Cherise chimed in, “Yeah, Dad has a point. Maybe a wardrobe change is in order. Did you bring anything less, shall we say, ‘eye-catching”?”
Gwenn was about to retort, but Cherise interrupted her with the timing of a seasoned comedian. “Oh, silly me! You wouldn’t fit into my clothes anyway, not with your… curves. But Aunt Priscilla’s place isn’t far. Her wardrobe, now that could work.”
Gwenn’s cheeks turned emerald green. Men like Beckham and Damien wouldn’t catch the veiled insult, but Gwenn understood it loud and clear.
Fat Aunt Priscilla, a middle-aged woman, was her body double? How audacious!
The tension in the air was palpable, ready to explode. But Beckham’s confused expression cut through the charged atmosphere. “Aunt Priscilla? Cherry, who are you talking about? Since when do you have an aunt?”,
Charisa Neller, Cherise’s mother, was believed to be an orphan.
“She’s Mom’s sister,” Cherise smiled at Beckham, softening her tone.
“Dame and I are usually very affectionate and mushy behind closed doors. But we make a point of maintaining decorum in public. I just got a little carried away; I couldn’t help myself with the kiss and hug.”
Her smile brightened as she continued, “Turns out, Dame found a long-lost family for me. Mom isn’t an orphan after all, and she has a whole family she got separated from when she was little. Dame tracked them down.”
Beckham took a moment to process the information.
He jumped up, eyes wide with excitement, and grabbed Cherise’s hand. “Are you serious? You found Ari’s family?”
Cherise’s smile widened. “Yep. And guess what? The one giving away the bride today is Auntie Priscilla’s daughter. Turns out, Aunt Priscilla is Lyra’s mom! So, Mom’s niece and Zac, whom she practically raised, are getting married!”
Cherise’s voice trembled; she could almost imagine Mom looking down from heaven, so proud.
Before Charisa passed away, Cherise, Beckham, and Zachary were her biggest concerns
Now, even though Zachary was still recovering from his coma, Lyra, Mom’s niece, was by his side, devoted and loving. It would bring her mother joy; Cherise knew it.
Beckham, mirroring Cherise’s excitement, squeezed her hand. “Where are they? Come on, take me! I spent years by Ari’s side but never met her family!”
“Let’s go,” Damien said, a small smile playing on his lips. He picked up Serafina and took Soren’s hand.
“I promised Mrs. Quinell I would bring the little ones to meet her. Since Dad is eager too, we might as well make it a family affair.”
