Another reporter, a woman with a sharp bob haircut, piped up from the front. "Why such a simple courthouse wedding, Mr. Vexley? You're a billionaire—most people in your position go for lavish affairs with celebrities and yachts. What made you choose this?"
Eliana fielded this one, her voice gentle yet firm, carrying the quiet strength that had always defined her. "I'm a simple person at heart," she explained, her expressive eyes scanning the crowd with humility. "I've never needed grandeur to feel special. This felt right—intimate, real. It's about us, not the spectacle." She glanced down at Rafael, her hand brushing his cheek in a gesture so natural it drew sighs from the onlookers.
