Chapter 257:

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Sydney snorted. “As if that kid would listen to anyone but me.”

“Fair point,” Mark conceded. “Are you coming over so we can…?”

“Nope. I have like a million other errands to run. We’ll keep talking over the phone,” Sydney replied.

“Does the makeup artist want to be picked up from Canbury Lane, or should I have her meet the helicopter somewhere else?”

“Just keep communicating with her on the phone,” Sydney instructed. “I’ll connect you two, and you can coordinate the details.”

“You got it, boss lady,” Mark said.

Sydney smiled. “Thanks, you’re a lifesaver!”

“Isn’t that what I’m for?” Mark quipped, and Sydney could practically hear the wink in his voice.

Sydney rolled her eyes once more and disconnected the call.

Mark smiled to himself as he hung up, Sydney’s voice still ringing in his ears. He twirled the phone lazily in his hand, a mischievous glint in his eye.

𝖳𝗁o𝗎𝗌a𝗻𝗱𝘀 o𝗳 𝗋е𝖺𝗱e𝗋𝗌 𝘰ո 𝗀a𝗅𝗻𝘰v𝘦𝗅s.co𝗺

With a few clicks on his desk, his assistant poked her head into the office.

“Yes, Mr. Torres?” she queried.

Mark leaned back in his chair. “I need you to head down to the hangar and have one of the helicopters prepped and ready to go. We’re picking someone up.”

The assistant’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“A helicopter, sir?”

“You heard me right,” Mark affirmed with a nod. “It’s a bit of an emergency. Time is of the essence.”

Still looking slightly bewildered but knowing better than to question him, the assistant nodded dutifully. “Yes, sir. Right away.”

Within the hour, the helicopter was airborne, its blades slicing through the morning air. The pilot, having received coordinates from Mark, expertly navigated the city’s maze of streets until they zeroed in on Canbury Lane.

Down below, the makeup artist paced anxiously on the sidewalk, her phone clenched in her hand. She had been in contact with a man named Mark, who had assured her that transportation was on the way. As the drone of rotor blades filled the air, her eyes snapped upward.

The helicopter touched down smoothly on the side of the heavily trafficked road, and the pilot gestured for her to climb aboard. The makeup artist gathered her supplies and hurried toward the aircraft.

Back at the dressing room, Sydney returned with a triumphant grin plastered across her face.

“Tada!” she exclaimed, stepping aside to reveal the makeup artist behind her.

Grace gasped with shock and relief.

“Oh, thank goodness!” she breathed, rushing forward and enveloping Sydney in a fierce embrace.

“Thank you so much. I don’t know what I’d have done without you.”

Sydney returned the hug, her eyes sparkling with joy at the sight of her friend’s elation.

“Of course, anything for you on your big day.”

Pulling back, Grace turned to the makeup artist.

“I’m so sorry for the delay. I hope you weren’t too inconvenienced.”

“It’s alright, let’s just get to work now. We barely have an hour left,” the artist replied.

Less than an hour later, Grace appeared as the bride of the day in her stunning wedding dress, her graceful beauty shining through.

“Oh, Grace,” Sydney breathed, her eyes welling with tears.

“You look absolutely stunning.”

Grace’s face lit up with a smile, and her cheeks flushed with happiness.

“Aww, don’t cry!” she chided playfully, reaching out to gently dab Sydney’s tear-stained cheeks.

Sydney let out a watery chuckle, swiping at her eyes.

“I can’t help it,” she confessed. “After everything we’ve been through, seeing you like this, so happy and radiant… it’s just too much.”

Grace’s own eyes glistened with tears as well, and she pulled Sydney into a tender hug.

“I know, I know,” she murmured, her voice muffled against Sydney’s shoulder.

“It’s been quite a journey, hasn’t it?”

Sydney nodded, sniffling softly as she tried to regain her composure.

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