Aprodisiac...!

By the time Kent came back, Fatty sat alone in the corner of the front seats. Ignoring the guests, Fatty had already begun eating the deserts specially made for the occasion. Usually, the food will be served after the ceremony is completed. But Fatty, who didn't like this wedding in the first place, completely focused on filling his stomach.

Meanwhile, the two ladies mingled with the group of friends, discussing the beautiful decorations and things other women wore to the party.

Kent silently reached Fatty and sat beside him. The ceremony continued on the stage, where only Spurgeon stood before the ceremonial fire. The priest continued to chant mantras. Almost everyone is waiting for the arrival of the bride.

"Where did you go, master?" Fatty asked in a muffled tone as his mouth filled with sweets.

"I went to see the decorations. Did I miss anything?" Kent asked in a calm tone.