The Soft-Hearted Wife of Mr. Big Shot

Chapter 266: The Wedding Announcement

Holly stepped out of the fitting room, and Leo Grant was stunned, his eyes widened.

His girl was truly breathtakingly beautiful.

Holly Sawyer looked exceptionally stunning in her wedding dress.

"The waist is a bit loose, and the shoulders are slightly loose too. This design could use a few minor adjustments."

Upon exiting the fitting room, Holly immediately pointed out the areas that didn’t fit well and required alterations.

Customer is king; the customer’s opinions are usually accommodated.

"Alright, I’ll get in touch with the designer."

The clerk nodded and then made a call to the designer.

Adjustments like these are definitely the designer’s responsibility.

"Does it look good?"

Holly tilted her head to look at Leo, a faint smile gracing her lips.

Leo Grant: "It’s beautiful."

So beautiful that he was at a loss for words; his girl was undoubtedly the prettiest.

The designer arrived quickly, took Holly’s suggestions, and Holly picked out a few more pieces before paying the deposit and leaving.

Every piece was purchased; Holly said one was enough, but Leo insisted money was no issue and bought them all.

"Holly looks truly stunning in wedding attire."

As they stepped out of the bridal shop, Leo was still captivated by Holly in her wedding dress, his eyes filled with amazement.

"They say a woman is at her most beautiful when she wears her wedding dress."

Holly slightly curled her lips and spoke earnestly.

Whether it’s true or not, that’s how the saying goes.

The two strolled briefly through the street vendors before heading back.

"Brother, I’ll go print a copy of the recipe, okay?"

In the study, Leo was at the computer handling company matters, while Holly reclined on the sofa, playing mobile games.

Suddenly, she remembered something and smacked her forehead.

"A wedding without a feast is incomplete, and a marriage without wine won’t happen. Remember to include the wine."

Leo slightly turned his head toward Holly, gently reminding her.

Holly nodded: "Okay."

"We’ll definitely need chicken, a whole one, and fish is a must too."

Holly muttered to herself while swiping through her phone.

Chicken signifies good fortune, and fish symbolizes abundance.

When choosing, it’s essential to pick items with auspicious meanings.

Leo didn’t interrupt Holly, leaving her in her own world.

When it comes to food, Holly has her own ideas; as long as Holly is happy, that’s what matters.

"By the way, we’ll be dining at the old house tonight; Grandpa wants to announce our wedding."

It’s like an engagement of sorts; Elder Grant has invited some people over for dinner, with the aim of announcing the wedding of Leo Grant and Holly Sawyer.

In large families, before marriage, they often hold an engagement banquet and then announce the nuptials.

This custom has existed for a long time.

Holly nodded: "Okay."

She was envisioning her future life with Leo.

"Any other suggestions you want to make?"

Leo asked, his gaze incredibly gentle.

"No more, you handle it."

Holly slowly shook her head and said.

No opinions, no ideas, Leo’s arrangements were fine; Holly knew Leo would cater to her preferences.

——

The quiet old house buzzed with activity again, as Elder Grant invited many people over for dinner to announce Leo and Holly’s marriage.

Regarding the wedding, Elder Grant was extremely satisfied, fully supporting it.

There were many guests, and Leo and Holly made a brief appearance before retreating to the backyard, leaving Elder Grant to do the hosting.

Leo naturally disliked such occasions.

Leo and Holly sat on the stone bench in the backyard, chatting while snacking.

"Bro, an early wedding present for you."

Sean Grant walked in holding a box, placing it on the table slowly.

He understood Leo and Holly’s feelings; they were genuinely strong, perhaps this was Leo’s destiny.

"No need."

Leo didn’t even look up, rejecting directly.

Once broken, a relationship is broken, and it can’t be mended.

"It’s for you and your wife."

Sean paused, then continued.

"Crash," Leo’s teacup suddenly fell, shattering on the stone, pieces scattering everywhere.

"Feelings are like this teacup; whole when intact, shattered when broken, beyond repair."

Leo looked down at the fragments on the ground, speaking metaphorically without glancing at Sean.

Broken relationships remain broken even if forgiveness is voiced; once cracked, it can’t be restored.

"I know, I just wanted to give you a gift, you can consider it from a stranger."

Sean’s lips curved into a bitter smile; his expression was also tinged with sorrow.

Yes, once broken, relationships can’t be mended.

He was actually repenting, regretting his past actions, but repentance was his own matter, unrelated to Leo.

"Thanks."

Holly spoke, her tone somewhat cold.

No harm accepting a gift, it wasn’t anything problematic anyway.

"I know; broken relationships usually can’t be repaired. But my wish for your happiness is genuine."

Sean said, his demeanor earnest.

Yes, from the moment the cup shattered, he regretted it, but there are no remedies for regret in this world.

His repentance came too late; all was already too late.

Leo stayed silent; Holly said nothing.

Leo wasn’t blind to Sean’s feelings, he merely pretended not to see.

This thin brotherly bond he wanted to maintain well, but unfortunately, it couldn’t be sustained in the end.

"I’ll be off."

Leo didn’t want to interact, and Sean knew this, wisely deciding to leave.

"Brother, don’t overthink."

After Sean left, Holly looked at Leo, speaking softly.

Leo couldn’t be entirely without emotions; he simply didn’t show them.

"I’m not."

Leo shook his head.

"It’s getting late, should we head back?"

Holly yawned and said, realizing how much time had unknowingly passed, slowly suggesting.

They had merely shown their faces before settling inside instead of mingling outside.

It was about time; the guests were likely leaving one by one.

"Alright, I’ll go say goodbye to Grandpa."

Leo stood up, gently tousling Holly’s hair, his voice spoiling yet tender.

Actually, he didn’t like the old house either; it felt empty, lacking the warmth of home. Many in the Grant family shared blood ties, yet their interactions were akin to those with strangers.

He disliked this atmosphere; he had never felt loved as a child, nor genuine familial care as an adult.