After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 342

Holidays, holidays, so busy!I was only upload one chap for today, I’m sorry! if things weren’t so haggard I would’ve pushed for one more, especially since I got a supergift!

Speaking of supergift, I would like to mention LotusLin for giving my first castle~ Thanks for letting it get exposed to more readers! Got 500 collections from that castle! *Hugs*

She is also a writer guys, if you wanna read fantasy stories based on Chang-e, her bunny, and their men, check out her book!

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Aberdeen City, two years ago

On top of a rolling set of hills, hundreds of kilometers away from the bustle of the city stood a quaint church, dipped in a warm glow by the setting sun.

In contrast to its usual lulled atmosphere however, the church was now bustling with activity as guests of all types arrived one by one to what would be one of the most important events in a young couple’s life.

It was no surprise that the bride was looking very worried as she stared at herself in the mirror.

She was currently inside the softly lit bridal suite deep inside the church, alone with her mother and her own swirling thoughts.

"He’ll be fine," Alicia—dressed in a beautiful chiffon gown—said next to her. The woman smiled, embracing her. "He always is."

A mother’s touch always had something magical, and a lot of her tension dissipated. When she softened, Alicia let go a bit so she could stare at her daughter’s glimmering emerald eyes.

"He wouldn’t miss this for the world," she said, gently patting the girl’s cheek. Alicia couldn’t help but admire the beautiful young woman with teary eyes.

Her Althea was really so beautiful, like an angel, especially now in preparation to the special occasion that marked the next phase of her life.

Althea’s features had always been very delicate, but now they were further emphasized by the color of her makeup, framed beautifully by her shining auburn hair arranged in a complex arrangement of curls and braids.

The young woman’s wedding gown naturally wasn’t inferior either. It was a gorgeous masterpiece of silk, satin, and lace. It had an off-shoulder design with its bodice hugging her figure perfectly, extending downwards to create a long trail of silk adorned with intricate floral patterns.

It was absolutely the most beautiful gown Alicia had ever seen, fitting her daughter—who also happened to be the most beautiful bride ever.

This was a bespoke wedding dress commissioned from the world-famous fashion designer Andrei by Winona.

"Mother…" Althea sniffed, pretty eyebrows still crunched in worry, and Alicia couldn’t help but smile at her.

"You know how strong he is more than anyone."

"But…" Althea mumbled but said nothing else. She forced herself from saying anything unlucky. She just pursed her red lips and tried not to think anymore.

Althea sighed at the timing of everything.

Garan had actually asked for a long leave in preparation for and after their wedding. Sadly, a couple of days ago, he was called on a mission against an infamous terrorist group.

She knew it was dangerous. His safety weighed heavily in her heart, and she worried for him so.

But… mother was right. Garan was so strong and he always came out safe.

Alicia saw her daughter’s mood calm and smiled, adjusting the veil and handing her the gorgeous bouquet of flowers on the side table. It was a pretty arrangement of fresh lilies, roses, and her favorite wild daisies.

And Althea held on to it tightly, as if it would help her stabilize her mood.

Sigh.

And now… all they had to do was wait.

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The clock ticked slowly and torturously, but Althea just hoped her fiance was okay.

Fortunately, Winona—who had planned the wedding (grudgingly) with Ansel—ran to her room a few minutes later.

Her eyes were bright, and Althea’s heart lifted—knowing it was the good news she had been waiting for.

"He’s here!!"

Hearing this, Althea gave the most genuine smile she wore in days.

….

"This is really happening," Howard said, sniffing, looking at his daughter warmly and with pride. Also a bit teary, which made Alicia laugh out loud.

"Come on now, it’s time."

Howard made a face. "Garan would have her all to himself. Surely he can wait a few minutes."

The two women laughed and the remaining tension Althea was feeling was blown away.

A few minutes later, they finally stepped in front of the entrance. With two men opening the large doors, they entered the massive hall.

They had been here before, of course, but somehow it felt bigger now, more… sacred.

The church had a high vaulted ceiling, intricately carved with complex patterns and shapes. The sight was enhanced by the lights from the orange sun outside, and the reddish rays lit up the aisle as if leading her to her future husband.

Satin ribbons of their wedding colors adorned each pew. Each row had similar flower arrangements to what the bride had on her hands, and it rounded everything visually.

Their footsteps echoed softly on the stone floor and the entire church seemed to hold its breath at her appearance.

The walk felt long but also short, she passed pew after pew with a complex combination of nerves and excitement, and she could hear her own heartbeat beating against her chest.

The regal altar in front soon appeared closer, its arch shape framing her husband-to-be and the golden light from the resting sun lit up his figure as if emphasizing that he was heaven-sent to her.

Her eyes never left him and she stamped his image into her heart.