For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 12
The unique characteristics of each man, along with their perfectly tailored ceremonial outfits, shimmered under the lights, as if all the lighting was meant solely for them. Their entrance was so striking it felt almost surreal.
Soon, everyone’s gaze shifted to the woman standing at the center.
“Huh…”
Someone moaned in awe at the sight of her.
The woman, who usually had a stubborn and indifferent demeanor, was now dressed in a way that exuded elegance and aloofness. Her usual indifferent eyes were now transformed into a display of regal sophistication. The veil she wore, adding a touch of purity, elevated her initially haughty appearance to one of nobility. And the dress she wore was…
At that moment, the 88-year-old Marquis Andrew Tolton leapt up in astonishment.
“Oh, no…! Isn’t that the ‘Hero’s Million Diamond Dress’?!”
A magnificent treasure that dazzles the wearer and instills courage to defeat even the Demon King! The five men, competing with their wealth, had decided to dress the bride in the heirloom of Count Napier, which was the fastest to procure.
Eugenie, holding a bouquet of white roses sprinkled with golden powder, marched confidently onto the dais like a triumphant general.
But just before she reached the stage, Agatha jumped out and blocked her path.
“What, what, what is this…! What on earth are you doing, Eugenie Morgan Norton?!”
“I’m getting married today too.”
“…What?! What kind of nonsensical talk is that?!”
“Nonsensical? Why?”
Eugenie lifted her chin with as much shamelessness as she could muster.
“Sisters can have their weddings on the same day. It’s a double celebration, isn’t it?”
When someone is shameless, it momentarily disarms others. Agatha was left momentarily speechless right after Eugenie’s declaration.
Double celebration? What’s the point of sisters getting married on the same day?
“Has this girl gone mad?!”
Agatha’s dignified appearance while dabbing her tears with a handkerchief earlier, had evaporated. Agatha, with fists clenched and grinding her teeth like a raging demon from hell, seethed with fury.
“This…! This girl, who never even saw her father once or twice a year, is trying to ruin her sister’s wedding?! And she’s talking about marriage?!”
Agatha abruptly turned her head.
She had originally planned to mockingly ask if Eugenie had at least brought a fake groom. However, she had no idea how her stepdaughter had managed to gather such impressive men. Eugenie was supposed to be a graduate student locked away in the lab.
Just then, Alfred stepped forward with a friendly smile.
“Now, now, Mother-in-law, is there really any need to be so angry?”
“Ma-Major Wilberforce…”
The imposing figure of Alfred Wilberforce approaching was already a bit intimidating, and he was not alone.
Carter, with a slightly raised eyebrow and a wry smile, added,
“Even if she wasn’t born of your womb, Eugenie is still your daughter, isn’t she?”
Cassius also interjected with a pleasant smile,
“Even if she’s not blood-related, you should celebrate her marriage, especially if she’s marrying a good match!”
Magnus, crossing his arms, put on an air of superiority,
“You won’t find a more perfect son-in-law in a woman’s life.”
“B-But! Five of them, this is absurd…”
Finally, Duke Troys stepped in.
“Missus Agatha Norton.”
Undeniably, he was the highest-ranking man present at the ceremony after the Empress.
“If you find any shortcomings among us, please let us know. We’ll address them immediately.”
“…!”
Agatha, after several futile attempts to respond, eventually closed her eyes tightly. She was in no position to argue, even if she bit her tongue.
The guests were in an uproar. It was unprecedented to have such distinguished men from the Empire all gathered in one place!
…But was Eugenie Norton really planning to marry all these men at once?
Before anyone could raise an objection, Eugenie pushed Agatha aside and walked forward. At the dais stood a stunned Apollin and the officiating priest.
“As you may be hearing for the first time, I am also getting married today. May I do the signature?”
“What are you talking about!”
Apollin’s face, which usually held a delicate smile, now twisted in horror.
“Don’t be ridiculous! This wedding is mine! I was first! How dare you come here and try to take over!”
“Shall we wait for Peter Lamburg, then?”
Eugenie called out clearly so everyone could hear.
“If Peter Lamburg, Apollin’s groom, does not arrive within ten seconds, we will proceed with our signatures first. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, four, two, one.”
“Wait! Why did you skip five and three?!”
“It took two seconds for six already.”
