A Majestic Wedding
In the end, a rather reasonable thirty cars were made available courtesy of Sebastian. With the
exception of a Rolls-Royce in the lead, all the others were sports cars.
It cannot be helped since they were pressed for time after the detour they made to the airport so they
stormed, no, announced their arrival in glorious fashion.
The local guests who were invited to the wedding at the Minamoto residence, including the Minamoto
family themselves, were eyes gawking and mouth agape when this luxurious thirty car strong convoy
made its spectacular entrance.
This is insane!
Such was the extent of this spectacle that even a royal wedding held here would pale in comparison.
Giichi Minamoto, the head of the hosting family, finally showed his wholehearted approval of this
wedding by coming out in person to receive Jonathan and Rufus.
“Well met, Old Mr. Jadeson. It was our lack of consideration that caused you to rush all the way here!”
As expected, he was thoroughly impressed and filled with respect for someone of Jonathan’s stature.
At one point, he even introduced him to Ichika’s grandfather.
Amidst a few rollicking words of pleasantries and a wave of his hand, Jonathan led his entourage
inside.
Because Sebastian, Sasha, and Devin were still on their way in, Ichika’s father remained outside to
attend to the other guests.
What was strange was how this incumbent head of the Minamotos looked at Sasha, seemingly a little
lost in thought as she approached with her three children.
The look of this woman…
“The Tsurka family have also arrived, Mr. Minamoto. Shall we receive them?”
His thoughts were interrupted by a servant who suddenly came over with this to report.
The Tsurkas?
Giichi was all not that keen to entertain them.
However, seeing that it was a wedding and they were someone Solomon himself was closely affiliated
with, he cast the doubts aside he had for the time being and went over.
With the last guests of the groom all seated, this Daedalian epic of a wedding was finally underway.
“So, this is how they convey acceptance and blessings.”
At the front row of the feast steeped in this culturally distinct atmosphere inside the hall, Sabrina
observed as representatives from both sides exchanged gifts. Then the dignifiedly dressed yet joyous
servants came before the wedding guests with a red tray in hand for the latter to place their own gifts
inside.
Her eyes soaked up everything with intrigue at yet another eye-opener for her.
Every country has its own heritage and traditions, so like every other guest, there was no way she was
going to be derisive of it.
If anything, she was delighted for the opportunity to enhance her own knowledge of curiosities and
proud to be able to partake in such a majestic affair.
The completion of these two rituals marked the formal commencement of the wedding banquet and this
meant the bride’s turn to take center stage was imminent.
“Wow. I’m really looking forward to seeing Ichika. She must look absolutely smashing as the bride
today.” Ever the impatient one, the arrival of this segment filled Sabrina’s heart with tremendous
anticipation.
Meanwhile, Devin was kept busy with his baby-sitting duties.
As it was little Jaena’s first experience in such a bustling setting, the active girl was naturally unable to
sit still.
Left with little choice but to keep playing catch-up behind the rambunctious girl, the frustrated father
almost wanted to bind her with a rope and have her kept on a short leash.
“Grandpa… Grandpa…” She spotted Jonathan drinking in the company of the Minamoto elder and
decidedly parted her stubbly little legs and dashed toward them.
That made Devin groan under his breath.
Thump!
At this moment, the crisp tang of a string instrument reverberated inside the wedding venue.
Jaena stopped halfway and lifted her little noggin upward briefly before she scooted back toward her
own father.
“Daddy… Daddy…”
“Okay. Now you know to be afraid. Come here, you.”
Devin smiled in relief before he scooped his daughter into his arms.
Very quickly, the intensity of the strumming built up. Shortly after, everything inside the venue came to a
standstill when the audience found themselves enraptured by the sight of a snowy-white fabric trailing
in the wind.
“Wow. Is that the bride?” Vivian was quite captivated by its poetic quality while seated with her parents.
Sasha hugged her and regarded her affectionately. “I think so. Now shush, all of you. Shall we see how
beautiful our new bride is today?”
That was how she coaxed her children.
She herself was actually as eager as they were. After all, as much as she had heard about Ichika
Minamoto, she was only here on medical missions on previous visits and never had the opportunity to
meet her in person.
Hence she was quite keen to see how this extremely popular young lady actually looked like.
After the glimpse of that flowing white sleeve, Solomon showed up in a full tuxedo hand in hand
alongside a youthful woman in a pristine white Jetroinian traditional outfit.
What kind of girl is she?
In line with Jetroinia’s marital customs, the bride-to-be would be decked out in the customary whites of
their traditional outfit that symbolized innocence and purity.
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