Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 626

"No problem." Silas Thorne lowered his head, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Don't worry, leave it all to me."

He was determined to give her a grand wedding that belonged only to her, pouring all his devotion and tenderness into every detail.

Silas was a man of his word.

The wedding was set for a month later, and the venue was Aurelia Island, his private island.

He had purchased the island for a fortune years ago. It was maintained year-round by a dedicated staff, boasting blooming flowers through all four seasons, azure waters, and white sandy beaches. The breathtaking scenery had never been opened to the public, making it the perfect fit for Willow's requests.

The big day soon arrived, exuding top-tier luxury in every aspect. All invited guests were shuttled back and forth by Merit Group's exclusive private helicopters. Silas covered every single expense; everyone simply had to show up.

Naturally, the guest list consisted entirely of their closest friends and family.

On Willow's side, Martha Mercer and Jade Yates were definite attendees. Silas, of course, had his own relatives and close circle.

Martha wore an elegant haute couture gown, her makeup flawless as she sat in the front row of the family section, waiting with a heart full of joy. Jade was also dressed to the nines in a tasteful, understated dress. Looking at the overwhelmingly romantic setup, her eyes were already welling with tears of profound emotion.

But the biggest surprise for Willow was that Silas had secretly invited Ethan Walker.

Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him. She rushed over, throwing her arms wide to pull him into a tight hug. "Ethan, what are you doing here? I'm so surprised!"

Ethan hugged her back gently, his smile bright and pure, carrying the sweet innocence of youth. "Willow, Silas brought me here. Congratulations on your wedding."

Silas had overseen the entire production, tailoring every detail to Willow's preferences.

On the island's pristine white beach, a massive, immersive floral aisle had been constructed. The path was lined on both sides with premium white roses, lisianthus, and delicate baby's breath. The layered floral arrangements were staggered beautifully, adorned with tiny pearls and warm string lights. As the ocean breeze blew, the flowers swayed in a romantic dance.

At the end of the floral aisle stood a giant, arched ceremonial altar. It was wrapped in fresh white blooms and silver vines, from which crystal beaded curtains hung. The sea breeze made the crystals chime softly, refracting a dazzling, shattered light that felt utterly magical.

The surrounding lighting design also radiated a soft, pure ambiance. Warm golden light cascaded gently from minimalist, artistic lampposts, blending flawlessly with the evening's sunset hues. The blue sea, white sand, lush flowers, and painted sky created the most breathtakingly romantic scene on earth.

Amidst the sea of flowers and the balmy evening breeze, the carved wooden doors slowly parted. Dressed in her custom haute couture gown, Willow stepped into everyone's view.

The gown was a stunning, pure white. The bodice featured intricate, heavy lace embroidery detailing delicate star and moon patterns, accented with microscopic diamonds for a look of understated, radiant luxury. The voluminous, airy skirt cascaded in layers, extending into a train over ten feet long, dusted with tiny pearls. With every step she took, the light shifted, making her glow.