Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 956: Auspicious Time_1

The auspicious time has arrived, and it’s time for the bridal procession to come and collect the bride.

Violet Nelson slipped into her white gown, suppressing the excitement in her heart as she waited to depart.

She was leaving the Nelson Family to get married, and as Old Mrs. Simonson was akin to her maternal family, she returned to the Nelsons to see Violet off.

Thinking about the child she had raised since infancy now about to become someone’s wife, Old Mrs. Simonson felt deeply moved. Her eyes grew warm, and, taking Violet’s hand, she said, "When you first came to my side, you weren’t even as tall as the table. Now, in the blink of an eye, you’re about to be married into..."

A few Nelson uncles and aunts laughed and said, "Time flies, Old Mrs. Simonson. Maybe by next year, Violet will bring you a little one to hold!"

Violet Nelson’s cheeks blushed with shyness as she bashfully lowered her head.

Someone else said, "Maybe next year, there will be two little ones. Don’t forget, the granddaughter of Old Mrs. Simonson is also getting married today!"

Purple Summers was also quite a well-known figure, and mentioning her sparked an enthusiastic discussion.

"Isn’t she only nineteen years old? Why the rush to marry?"

"Heard that the guy isn’t from Kingsley, a freelancer... tsk tsk, so lucky to marry the president’s daughter!"

"A freelancer? How much money can that make? Can he afford the betrothal gifts?"

Betrothal gifts?

Old Mrs. Simonson couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

She hadn’t seen a penny!

The marriage house and wedding reception were all prepared by Christopher Simonson. The man’s side didn’t spend a dime, even his job was made up!

However, these thoughts Old Mrs. Simonson would keep to herself, after all, she had to consider the reputation of the Presidential Palace. It wouldn’t do to let such words spread. frёewebηovel.cѳm

At that moment, Violet Nelson softly said, "Status and wealth don’t matter. Fortune is but worldly possessions; as long as two people truly love each other, they’d be willing to endure hardship together."

Her words sounded nice, but given the context, they carried a deeper message, as if hinting that the man Purple Summers was about to marry had neither status nor wealth, a lowly pauper.

Those around her caught the drift and laughingly said, "Speaking of our Violet, she’s the one with real fortune! The young master of the Russell Family has exceptional talent and promising youth, an extraordinary talent hardly seen! Mr. and Mrs. Russell are also kind by nature. Violet is marrying into a life of blessing!"

"Isn’t that the truth? A match of both elegance and talent, no couple could be more perfect than they!"

The crowd echoed in agreement, and someone said, "Did you hear? The ring that the young Russell master prepared, the diamond is as big as this!"

The speaker gestured with their fingers.

One of Violet Nelson’s cousins said bitterly, "How wonderful. When I get married, if I could have a diamond ring half that size, I’d be satisfied..."

Violet Nelson smiled, her lips parting amidst the envious exclamations. She beamed with pride, her smile growing wider, her heart almost fluttering out of her chest with delight. It couldn’t get any better than this.

So what if Purple Summers was the president’s daughter?

So what if Purple Summers had won the lawsuit?

Marriage is a woman’s second career, and as long as Purple Summers married beneath her, she would always be one step behind Violet!

Violet relished the thought, her smile growing ever more radiant. She departed the Nelson Family amidst the adoration of all, stepping into the flower-adorned marriage carriage, which majestically headed towards the Heavenly Phoenix Palace—

Was Purple Summers also on her marriage carriage by now?

Images frolicked through Violet’s mind: What wedding dress was Purple wearing? What kind of wedding ring was she wearing? How long was Purple’s bridal procession?

How pitiful! Her man didn’t even have a job; without Christopher Simonson’s help, wouldn’t he be unable to afford a decent outfit? It’s alright, she could always rent a dress from a bridal shop!

The president’s daughter in a rented wedding gown?

Thinking about it, Violet Nelson nearly burst out laughing.

But after a short while, she had an uneasy feeling.

Violet looked suspiciously from left to right; the streets were eerily quiet, with few cars and even fewer pedestrians.

What’s going on?

"Why are the streets empty today?" Violet asked. "Is there a traffic control?"

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