###Chapter 389 A Wedding And A Proposal Part – 2

After Frida Biden said that, she pulled Ivelle Astley to go with her. Jordan Astley looked at Ivelle with disbelief as his eyebrows were raised. He was clearly a reserved and elegant man, but at that point, he had put on the stance of a little resentful woman.

Ivelle couldn't help but laugh and stopped Frida as she hurriedly said, "Just give us a minute."

She walked towards Jordan, looked up at him, and coaxed him, "Go for a walk. When I'm done, I'll find you."

And with that, he tiptoed. But he took the initiative to kiss Ivelle on the cheek and pulled her before he finally turned around.

Jordan's eyes were deep and dark as he playfully told Ivelle, "That's how you get rid of me?"

Ivelle saw that his black eyes overflowed with light and she knew what he meant. So, Ivelle stood on tiptoe, kissed his lips, and smiled, "Is that all right?"

Jordan nodded at her and smiled before saying, "You're the one asked for it tonight."

Frida who was both a little annoyed and felt awkward at the scene before she said, "You two lovebirds! If you want to chirp like this, why don't you just go back and roll once the night comes?"

She really was a bold and an unrestrained woman

Ivelle said goodbye to Jordan and went into the bride's room with Frida.

The meal had been laid out there.

Frida sat her down, and was talking while they were eating, "Have you and Jordan ever thought of holding a wedding in the public eye?"

Ivelle was dumbfounded by her question. She shook her head and replied, "If the wedding would be held in public, it would also mean that Blossom's identity will be revealed. As of the moment, I am fine with what we are now."

Frida frowned and said, "But the outside world was saying all kinds of things about you. If you don't clarify any of it, the media could paint you a dark and bad image."

But Ivelle just smiled and said, "I live for myself. I don't care about what others would say."

Frida flipped her lips and replied, "You're the only one with such a big heart."

Not long after, a waiter brought a dress and told Frida, "Miss Frida, this is your wedding dress."

Ivelle saw a total of six neatly dressed waiters that came in with six classical sandalwood boxes. They all stood by the door of the bride's room.

Ivelle was stunned and looked at Frida as she said, "Don't tell me there is really a wedding ceremony for an ancient daughter."

Frida laughed at this and jokingly said, "If the story were more sexual, would I still have to put on my wedding dress and run away?"

This remark made a group of people in the room laugh, and she got up to look at the clothes and accessories.

As the wedding shoes were all put together, Ivelle's eyes fell on the golden step of the sandalwood box. She couldn't help but say, "This golden step is chic and the designer seemed to have set red beans on it."

Frida nodded and told her, "It was made by Zayn. He said that red bean acacia meant something beautiful."

Ivelle couldn't help but sigh as she thought that the wedding ceremony was so beautiful.

They had to start picking up guests at noon. So after lunch, Frida pulled Ivelle out of the room. They waited in the lobby of the hotel.

Most of the people who could come to the Biden Family banquet were the famous and well-known families in the capital.

Although it was an open marriage, only one or two media received the invitation. And all of them were people who were famous in the world of media.

And most of these people knew what could be made public and what shouldn't be made public.

This was the rule of the media. If one could abide by the rules, then the people at the top of the pyramid could co-exist with each other.

Andrew Biden and Erin had both settled in the living room of the hotel.

As a matter of fact, it was of no use for Ivelle to come to the living room. She could just go and pick up something to eat once in a while.

But because Frida was worried about Ivelle, she basically let the waiter take it to her directly.

Meanwhile, Ivelle just kept smiling behind Frida.

Frida, who just opened her mouth to eat a nut told her, "The one who would come in here any moment from now is Master Jayde Preston, the head king of the nobility in the capital. It is estimated that your third uncle will be with him, too."

Ivelle could see that Frida was eating a little too frequently. She subconsciously looks at her belly and could not help but suspect as she knew Frida was usually not so persistent to eat.

But when Frida saw that Ivelle was looking at her meaningfully, she shrugged and said, "Two months. It's nothing. I just want to eat."

Ivelle was stunned and asked, "Is it really there?"

Frida nodded and replied, "Yes. And I am 31 years old. It is the best reproductive period for women so of course, I will not miss this time."

After a pause, she couldn't help but look at Ivelle and said, "No, you should be 30, too. Don't you and Jordan plan to have a child of your own?"

"It's still early," Ivelle said as she suddenly saw a circle of people coming from outside the hotel.

Ivelle couldn't help but say, "You should have said that the Preston Family had arrived."

Frida turned around and saw that a group of people had come around a white-haired old man wearing a Tuxedo suit.

It looked like he was around ninety years old.

As soon as the old man came in, Frida opened her mouth, pulled Ivelle with her, and greeted the old man with a smile, "Grandpa Preston!"

The old man smiled and the majestic fine lines between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be inborn. He told Frida, "Oh Frida! I could remember when you were still a little girl. How can you get married in the twinkling of an eye? Truly, time passes quickly."

"Grandpa Preston, don't lament the time. If you live a long life, you will get healthier."

Frida's words made the old man so happy that he pulled her towards the drawing-room.

She pulled Ivelle towards her and told him, "Grandpa Preston, let me introduce you. This is Ivelle Astley, my brother's daughter."

Jaydee Preston was slightly shocked at what Frida said. He looked at Ivelle for a moment and said, "Is this the girl your brother was looking for?"

Frida nodded and replied, "Yes. After all these years, they found her."

Ivelle smiled at him and said, "Hello, Grandpa Preston!"

The old man pulled her and wondered, "Didn't you say it was Nicole Biden four years ago? Why have you changed it again? The name has been changed over and over again. Why is she not surnamed, Biden?"

What the old man referred to as Andrew's and Erin's daughter was Nicole. But Ivelle just smiled at him as a response.

Frida opened her mouth and immediately said, "Grandpa Preston, no. There is no Nicole, it is Ivelle. The last time you went abroad, you didn't see her. This time, you should take a good look at her. She is a daughter of the Biden Family."

The old man nodded, smiled, and said, "Well, you Biden's daughters are all smart, and Grandpa remembers it!"

A group of people arrived one after another and so they sent the old man into the living room.

Suddenly, Frida pulled Ivelle and said, "Let's go and change."

"Your makeup has to be different. You have to put on new makeup to match your clothes."

Upon seeing that the bridesmaid dress Frida had made for her was also made of silk, she was a little surprised and asked her, "Isn't this dress too luxurious?"

Frida shook her head and replied, "It's not luxurious but it naturally had to be like that. It was made for you according to the specifications of a princess."

Ivelle smiled. But she didn't quite understand.

As they started to change their clothes, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. The royal family clothes etiquette was indeed exquisite.

As they hurried to the open-air wedding scene, they saw that the guests were already seated.

Zayn had also changed his wedding clothes. The man was unparalleled, whether in Western or Royal family clothes style.

Frida handed Ivelle the sandalwood box and hastily said, "For a moment, you should be behind me. This is a peacock and a phoenix bracelet. I will exchange it later. You take it first."

Ivelle nodded at her. Then she saw Andrew's black suit. He looked resolute and straight, like a man of half a hundred years old, with excellent temperament and still without the slightest trace of time.

Frida spoke in Ivelle's ear and whispered, "My brother will lead me into the hall for a while. And then from there, you and Jordan will hold a supplementary wedding. Just let my brother hand you over to him, and your life will be complete."