Take Me Away

Chapter 49 The Wedding Night (Part One)

It was a voice Spencer hadn’t heard in a long time.

Memories started flooding back as he stood there, trembling. Six years had passed since he last saw

her. It felt almost unreal seeing her now in the flesh. Her eyebrows, her features, her face—they all

remained unchanged. She really was here; it wasn’t a dream. He could simply reach out and touch her.

Fiona looked at the woman that Spencer was suddenly so fixated on. Her beautiful eyes glistened with

deep affection as she talked to him. She held her head high, oozing with irresistible charm. As if those

weren’t enough, she also had a sharp nose and upturned red lips that commanded attention from every

single person in the room.

Fiona could easily see Spencer’s mood shift, and she immediately wondered if she was here to snatch

him away. That would be great.

"I heard you’re getting married today. I wanted to stop by and say congratulations," she said as calmly

as she could, but those who paid closer attention heard her voice slightly waver.

Spencer’s eyes widened as he caught his breath.

The people in the hall started to look at each other, sensing the sudden tension in the air. Some began

to whisper questions about the stranger who had just interrupted the wedding.

"Celine." Terrence’s eyebrows furrowed.

Fiona recognized the name. Celine was Spencer’s nominal sister, wasn’t she?

"Celine, I can’t believe it’s you!" Anna hurried over to her and grabbed her hand. "Why didn’t you tell

me you came back today? It’s Spencer’s... your brother’s wedding day. Stop standing here and doing

nothing!"

Anna was on the brink of shouting.

Everyone seemed to marvel at the surprise, except for Wayne, who visibly seethed with anger upon

seeing who it was. He turned toward Ethan and shouted, "Call her over! She has been unbelievably

rude!"

Ethan looked towards their direction and said loudly, "Celine, come here, now! Don’t delay your

brother’s wedding."

Upon hearing Ethan, Spencer’s attention instantly shifted back. His eyes were once again clear and

with purpose.

Celine smiled, but the corner of her lips trembled as if she was about to cry. Before she could respond,

Anna quickly pulled her away.

"Go on!" Ethan wore a grave expression as he waved a hand at the host. Celine realized how naive

she really was, be it six years ago or now.

"The couple may now bow to each other!"

Wayne nodded happily

and told Fiona,

"May you live a happy life with Spencer from now on."

"I will, Grandpa," Fiona answered

despite her unwillingness. "Spencer,

you must take good care of her,"

Wayne said. "I will,

Grandpa,"

Spencer answered in a cold voice.

Tears welled up in Fiona’s eyes. Today was her birthday, her wedding day, and the beginning of a life

full of pain.

"It is done!"

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From the outside, Fiona and Spencer should have been the happiest people at that moment, but

nothing could make them match the elation that everybody else seemed to feel. Under the crowd’s

roaring applause were two confused, desolate hearts.

Terence, had cold sweats throughout the whole ceremony, let out a long overdue breath of relief.

'Did Celine come back today on purpose?' he wondered.

The banquet began, and Fiona was taken to change into a new dress. After coming back out, she had

an arm locked around Spencer’s. The newlywed couple went around, giving a toast to each group of

guests.

"Congratulations, Spencer!"

"You two are a perfect couple! May you have a wonderful life together."

"I hope you will soon be blessed by your own children!"

Spencer took the opportunity to drain every glass he could get ahold of.

"You are drinking too much!" Terence, who stood behind them, chastised him.

"Why not? Today’s my wedding day, a happy occasion!" A wry smile tugged at the corners of his

mouth. He looked at Fiona. "You think so too, right?"

"I do." Fiona smirked.

"See? On to the next, then!" He dragged her down to the following table.

Celine looked at him from a distance, fists clenched tightly and eyes red with suppressed anger.

He wasn’t a lightweight, but he had clearly drunk too much, even for him. One round in each table was

all it took to start feeling dizzy.

After finally sending off the last guest, Fiona helped a wobbling Spencer to the bedroom upstairs.

The room was still littered with red trinkets and other objects clearly intended to mimic a festive

atmosphere.

She heaved and flung him onto the bed, rubbing her sore arms and shoulders. She took a curious

glance at him. He had definitely been acting strange during the latter half of the wedding, but she just

wasn’t sure why. She shook off the thought and proceeded to go back downstairs.

"We were going to play some tricks on Spencer. I didn’t expect him to get so drunk."

It was Daniel’s voice.

"We didn’t even get any chances," Eric said in a gloomy voice.

"Do you even dare to mess with him when he’s awake?" Terence turned around and saw Fiona about

to go down. "Hey, why aren’t you resting in your bedroom?"

"I just wanted to come down for a bit," Fiona smiled.

"Nothing’s happening downstairs, anyway. You should go rest. You must be exhausted," Ethan said.

"It’s okay." Fiona looked around. "Do you know where Grandpa is?"

"He went off to bed early, saying he was tired," Terence replied.

As they talked, Anna and Celine entered.

"Have all the guests left?" Ethan asked.

Anna nodded quietly. She looked at Fiona and walked towards her, holding Celine's hand. With what

Fiona thought was a hint of guilt and hesitation, she said, "Fiona, this is Celine, Spencer’s sister—and

now, yours as well."

Wayne had told her about Celine before and she didn’t like what she heard, but she knew that she had

to be polite. "Celine."

Clad in high heels, Celine towered over Fiona. She cast a casual glance at her. "Congratulations on

your wedding."

It might have been her imagination, but Fiona felt that her words weren’t at all friendly. Before she could

think about why that could be, Daniel chimed in.

"Well, there’s nothing we can do here now. I’ll gather the others and go home."

"Go ahead. You must all be tired," Ethan said.

Daniel turned around and strode away.

"I’ll go leave now, too." Eric followed him out.

Meanwhile, Terence glanced at Fiona as if he wanted to say something, but eventually held back and

sighed. "Uncle Ethan, Aunt Anna, you two seem to be busy. Have an early night. I’m also heading

back."

"Okay."

As the crowd dispersed, Fiona walked to the second floor, her heart sinking. Her phone started to ring

when she turned around the corner.