Reborn After Betrayal: The Frail True Princess Decides to Give Up

Chapter 212 : Shocking! The Saintess Crashes the Wedding

Too many thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, leaving Celitia's heart in complete chaos."Come," Marianne smiled warmly and took her hand. "Come with me."

The crowd of onlookers parted, making way for Celitia.

Sophia, also dressed in a pure white wedding gown, stood at the entrance to the hall, smiling as she watched her.

The groom—or rather, the bride—was actually Sophia.

Celitia breathed a deep sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart.

The wedding partner was Sophia, not some random person.

And Marianne asking her to call her "mother" was also based on this, right?

Very reasonable.

It seemed Ariel still didn't know.

"Lily," Sophia's eyes were tender. "You look especially beautiful today."

Even knowing this wasn't real, Celitia still returned her gentle smile.

"So do you, Sophia."

Was this really Ariel's dream?

Celitia almost suspected this was her own dream.

Otherwise, why would it be a wedding scene with Sophia?

"The ceremony is about to begin, so I'll head over first."

Sophia winked at Celitia, lifted her skirt, and walked toward the ceremonial platform at the front of the hall.

The clergy member presiding over the wedding stood on the platform—white-haired, aged-looking, wearing glasses, with a very serious expression.

Celitia looked carefully and had a vague impression of him.

This should be Archbishop Simons of the church.

Having the Archbishop personally serve as officiant made this wedding's scale rather high.

Celitia thought to herself.

"Now, everyone quiet down. The wedding is about to begin," Simons announced.

Flowing piano music began, the choir sang in unison, and beautiful melodies echoed throughout the hall.

As the music gradually softened, Simons solemnly began his announcement:

"Under the Goddess's witness, in this sacred sanctuary, we will hold a holy wedding for Sophia and Celitia..."

Shanie and Benita, dressed in white ceremonial gowns, stood on either side of Celitia and linked arms with her.

They were the bridesmaids?

Glancing at the two, Celitia felt even more confused.

She had thought one of the bridesmaids would be Ariel.

But even now, Ariel still hadn't appeared.

Was something wrong? This couldn't really be her own dream...

Celitia began questioning her very existence.

As Archbishop Simons finished his announcement, the wedding guests all sat down in their chairs.

"Let's go."

The two bridesmaids led Celitia toward the ceremonial platform ahead.

Sophia stood on the platform, looking at her with anticipation.

This part should normally involve the father giving Celitia's hand to Sophia.

But obviously, Charles had been completely kicked out of this process.

Taking slow steps, Celitia finally reached Sophia.

"Lily." Sophia extended her hand toward her.

Following the ceremonial procedure, Celitia gently placed her hand on Sophia's.

Even the usually rational Celitia couldn't help feeling somewhat dazed at this moment.

If only all this were real.

Archbishop Simons cleared his throat and asked them:

"Celitia, are you willing to marry Sophia and acknowledge her as your wife?"

Celitia nervously swallowed.

"I—"

Before she could answer "I do," a voice suddenly came from outside the hall entrance:

"I object!"

Wait, what kind of development was this?

And this voice—why did it sound familiar?!

Celitia turned around in shock and saw a deep red figure.

With just one glance, Celitia recognized her.

Ariel.

So this was a wedding-crashing plot?

This was way too melodramatic, wasn't it??

Celitia's mind was in complete chaos. Even seeing the long-awaited target, she couldn't react for a moment.

"Ariel!"

Simons flew into a rage and scolded her: "This is the wedding of two brides! What are you doing here causing trouble? Get out now!!"

"I said, I object to their marriage!"

Ariel walked toward them with determined steps, stopping in front of Celitia.

"Why does my wedding with Lily need your approval?"

Sophia pointed at Ariel, trembling with anger. "I know you hate me, but you can't ruin such an important moment in my life!"

"Because..."

Ariel took a deep breath and loudly declared in front of all the guests: "Because Celitia is pregnant with my child!"

"???"

In that instant, Celitia's pupils dilated in shock—she could hardly believe her ears.

Three question marks weren't enough to describe her shock; she needed at least six.

If she had still worried this might be her own dream before, now Celitia had no doubt whatsoever.

This absolutely could not be her dream!

She thought public wedding-crashing was melodramatic enough, but it turned out there were even more melodramatic plot devices?

I say, Saintess, what kind of bizarre romance novels have you been reading?!

Celitia was speechless.

Thinking about it, Celitia's thoughts suddenly went off track.

Come to think of it, this was inside Ariel's dream—if she said she was pregnant, maybe she really was pregnant.

Celitia couldn't help touching her abdomen.

Didn't seem to feel anything...?

Maybe Ariel didn't know what pregnancy felt like either, so it couldn't be manifested in her dream.

As Celitia's thoughts wandered, Ariel quickly walked over and pulled her into her arms.

The Saintess's strength was greater than an ox's. Celitia had no power to resist and felt the world spinning as Ariel lifted her up horizontally.

"Ariel!" Sophia was furious. "Put Lily down!!"

Ariel shook her head and stepped back two paces, her expression pained yet filled with determination.

"Sophia, I know I've wronged you, but no matter what, I won't give her up to you!"

Celitia: "..."

Hearing these familiar melodramatic lines, Celitia covered her face in horror.

After speaking, Ariel carried Celitia and rushed toward the door without looking back.

Sophia screamed: "Close the door! Stop her!!"

The guests erupted in chaos, hurriedly rushing to close the door.

Seeing this, Ariel turned and ran toward the windows instead.

"Wait, Ariel!"

Marianne rushed out and blocked Ariel's path, her voice full of anguish.

"No matter what, you two cannot be together!"

"Why?" Ariel was puzzled. "I believe our true love can break through everything!"

"Because you're sisters!" Marianne said painfully. "Even if you have a child, it won't receive the Goddess's blessing."

Celitia: "???"

No way, sisters?

How many question marks was this now?

She had really underestimated the melodramatic level of this script...

Promise me, Saintess, please stop reading those ridiculous books, okay?