Tara’s gaze was clear and bright, carrying a faint trace of melancholy.
Facing such eyes, Hunter couldn’t bring himself to lie.
He spoke truthfully, “While this is a business arrangement between our families, I also wanted to marry someone I truly admire and respect.”
Tara raised an eyebrow. “So, you investigated me?”
Hunter’s sapphire eyes sparkled like gemstones. “Yes, and I’m very satisfied in every aspect.”
Tara felt a surge of heat rise to her cheeks. The way he emphasized every aspect felt layered with meaning, instantly reminding her of that night in the nightclub. Her face turned the color of a ripe tomato.
Hunter’s grin deepened, the curve of his lips impossible to suppress. “I personally selected some jewelry for you. It’ll arrive tomorrow. The wedding gown was designed by the most renowned designer in Birkham, tailored just for you. It’ll be delivered tomorrow as well for you to try on.‘
Tara protested, “There’s no need to go overboard.”
After all, it was just a marriage of convenience. A simple ceremony would suffice. There was no need to waste so much money.
Hunter spoke firmly, “You don’t need to worry about the cost. Just focus on being a bride. Afterward, we’ll go on a honeymoon around the world.”
Tara felt a pang of guilt. She hadn’t contributed a single thought to the wedding preparations. In fact, she hadn’t even known what her fiancé looked like until the day before.
Still, she had to admit, his appearance was more than satisfactory. If she was going to marry for an alliance, at least she wouldn’t be stuck with someone old and unattractive.
The next morning, the wedding dress and jewelry arrived.
Each piece was a masterpiece crafted by France’s top designers, exclusively for Tara. The designs blended French elegance with delicate Eastern elements, adorned with natural diamonds.
Luxurious and exquisite.
Tara ran her hand over the glittering diamonds on the wedding dress. “Isn’t this a little too extravagant?”
Joe stood with an air of nonchalance. “It’s just over a hundred million. Barely enough to match my daughter.”
He added firmly, “Even though this is a marriage of convenience, if the
groom
wasn’t
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respectful or good enough for you, I wouldn’t have agreed,”
Tara’s chest tightened, her voice softening. “Dad”
