The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 742 - 783: Dad, Where Are You?

Sienna Johnson gently guided her back to the vanity. Placing her hands on Kiki’s shoulders, she admired the beautiful woman in the mirror. "The bride is so beautiful..."

"Not really..." Kiki said shyly.

"You look stunning today, truly..." As if afraid Kiki wouldn’t believe her, Sienna stressed the point, her voice earnest.

"Godmother, you’re so beautiful..." Curly, the little flower girl, chimed in, echoing her mother.

Sienna said, "But no one is as beautiful as our Curly."

Curly shook her head. "No, the bride is the most beautiful! Today, you’re the most beautiful, Godmother. Mommy and I aren’t even close."

The pristine white wedding gown was specially designed for Kiki. Her belly wasn’t very large, and the empire-waist gown concealed it so well that, without a close look, no one would notice she was pregnant.

Pauline Briggs added, "At a wedding, the bride always has a special glow. That’s why she’s the most beautiful."

The old Madam had come to help Kiki with her hair. She generously gifted the bride a pair of jade Ruyi scepters, symbols of good fortune, to wish her a lifetime of happiness and fulfillment.

With so many people accompanying and encouraging her, Kiki’s anxious heart finally settled.

"Madam, the wedding ceremony is about to begin. The bride needs to enter the banquet hall," a staff member announced, entering the room.

Kiki felt a flutter of nerves, but Sienna reassured her, "It’s alright, we’ve rehearsed this, haven’t we? If you forget anything, just follow Lucas Robertson. Do whatever he does."

"Okay."

Curly came over, tugging Kiki’s dress. "Godmother, I’m here too! If you forget, I’ll tell you. I remember everything."

Sienna asked, "Are you sure you remember everything?"

"Of course!" Curly said indignantly. "Later, Godmother and Lucas Robertson will walk down a rose-strewn red carpet. In front of the Priest, Lucas will seal your love with a kiss and then declare his vows..."

Curly clasped her hands to her chest, puckered her lips in an exaggerated kissing motion, and cooed, "Oh, my dearest, you are my heart, my treasure! I will love you forever! MWAH, MWAH, MWAH..."

Is that really what Lucas would say? Sienna doubted that the usually stoic Lucas could utter such cheesy romantic lines.

"Tee hee, I made that part up," Curly admitted, "but the meaning is pretty much the same."

The staff member urged again, "We really should go in now, or you’ll be late."

The old Madam said, "Kiki, go on."

"Okay."

The Johnson family watched Kiki walk towards her happiness. The luxurious and beautiful wedding venue looked like a scene from a fairy tale—Sienna’s gift to Kiki. It was her way of thanking Kiki and Lucas for their help and companionship over the years.

"Mom, why do I feel like I’m marrying off my own daughter?" Sienna asked.

Pauline replied, "You’re not marrying off a daughter; you’re gaining a son-in-law."

"True. Once they’re married, Kiki won’t be able to get away." And if Kiki can’t escape, Lucas certainly won’t either, she thought.

Samara, as the maid of honor, walked gracefully by Kiki’s side. She truly looked like a young woman in bloom.

"Mom, our Samara is so beautiful today," Sienna remarked. "It seems like just yesterday she was a little girl, and now she’s a lovely young woman."

Samara was no longer a child but a young lady, like a flower just beginning to open, already dazzling.

Pauline looked at her younger daughter with a touch of worry. "What kind of husband do you think she’ll find in the future?"

"With Samara’s qualities, I’m sure her future husband will be outstanding."

"I worry about her. She’s so innocent and easily swayed. If a man sweet-talks her, she’ll believe anything. What if she meets a bad man?"

Samara was fifteen, just a few years from adulthood. At that age, she was beginning to understand matters of the heart. She was in that innocently muddled yet rebellious phase, and Pauline was genuinely worried about her younger daughter.

"I hope Samara’s love life isn’t like yours was—I just want it to be smooth and uneventful." This was Pauline’s heartfelt wish and blessing for her daughter.

"It won’t be," Sienna murmured, though a flicker of doubt remained.

The most important moment arrived. As the couple exchanged vows, Sienna held her breath, watching them stand before the Priest, swearing loyalty and love, promising to cherish one another for a lifetime. Their expressions were incredibly solemn as they exchanged their vows.

Sienna and Adrian Desmond’s wedding had been a traditional Orienta-style ceremony. It had been joyous, certainly, but she now felt it had lacked some of the romance of a Western wedding.

"I almost regret choosing an Orienta-style wedding," Sienna sighed. "If I’d known, I would have opted for a Western ceremony..."

Curly, never one to mince words, piped up, "Then, Mommy, why don’t you just have another wedding?"

The old Madam scolded sharply, "Little girl, what nonsense is this? That’s not something you can say casually!" That kind of talk was very unlucky.

Everyone doted on Curly. So, being sharply scolded by her great-grandmother, the little girl immediately hugged her mother, her eyes welling up with tears.

Pauline said gently, "Mom, she’s just a child. Why are you being so harsh?"

The old Madam looked sternly at Curly. "Curly is five years old now. It’s time she learned some manners."

Sienna chimed in, "I agree. Her father spoils her rotten."

Curly pouted but remained silent. Anyway, when Daddy comes back, he’ll stick up for me, she thought.

"Mommy, why isn’t Daddy back yet?" Curly asked, clearly missing Adrian.

Adrian had said he’d be back in a week at the latest, but two weeks had passed, and he still hadn’t returned. When he first left, he would call and send messages, but for the past couple of days, there had been nothing—no calls, no texts.

"Do you miss Daddy?"

"Yes."

"Why don’t you call Daddy tonight, alright?"

"Mommy, you call him. Daddy doesn’t answer my calls."

Sienna frowned. "He doesn’t answer your calls either?"

"No."

A sense of foreboding washed over Sienna. What on earth is he doing? she wondered. How could he be completely out of touch?

"Mommy, when is Daddy coming home?"

"I’ll call your father tonight and ask him," Sienna promised.

"Okay."

Once the wedding banquet ended, Lucas officially moved into Kiki’s room. Sienna, of course, wouldn’t dream of intruding on their wedding night, even though Kiki’s condition meant they couldn’t consummate their marriage just yet.

With Adrian away, Sienna felt no particular unease returning to their bedroom alone.

She removed her makeup, enjoyed a relaxing hot bath, and slipped into bed. Just as she was drifting off to sleep, Brett Jacobs burst into her bedroom without knocking.

"Brett, what are you doing?" Sienna exclaimed, startled. Barging into her bedroom in the middle of the night without even knocking! What is he thinking?

"Madam, please forgive my intrusion!" Brett Jacobs said, his gaze flicking briefly to Sienna. Then, without another word, he swiftly wrapped her in the quilt, regardless of whether she was dressed underneath, and carried her out.

"Brett Jacobs, what in God’s name do you think you’re doing?" Sienna demanded, her voice muffled by the quilt.