Biella stepped onto the wedding stage with unwavering confidence. The atmosphere turned silent, with only the sound of cameras clicking as reporters rushed to capture the moment. "Isn't this the perfect time for a family photo?" Biella said with a meaningful smile, breaking the silence. Everyone turned to look at her, confused and surprised. Darren tensed. Meanwhile, Nora watched with keen interest, sensing the conflict simmering beneath the façade of the Xanta family's harmony. Biella's gaze shifted to her mother, Madam Nousa, and her father, Hammo, both of whom wore stiff smiles. Then, her eyes swept across the Xanta family, who stood neatly dressed in coordinated outfits. Her smile widened. "No one told me about the family dress code," she said in a soft yet sharp tone. "So, I decided to wear black." The guests began whispering among themselves, while the reporters eagerly snapped photos and jotted down Biella’s words. One reporter, unwilling to miss this heated moment

“Then tell me, where am I supposed to sleep with Nora?” “This is our first night as husband and wife, and the first time Nora is staying here. Do you think it’s right to leave my new wife without a room?” Biella merely looked at Darren with a blank expression, like a cat unbothered by a small dog’s barking. Slowly, she shifted her gaze to Nora, who looked awkward and confused, then spoke in a calm yet cutting tone. “Aren’t there plenty of hotels in Venua?” “You and Nora can pick one and stay there tonight.” “As newlyweds, wouldn’t it be better for you to enjoy your first night somewhere more... private?” Darren was taken aback by her statement. Before he could interject, Biella continued in an even more relaxed tone—though clearly laced with mockery. “Besides, you wouldn’t want the entire house to hear... your moans, would you?” “Sounds like that can be quite disruptive in the middle of the night, especially for the other residents.” “So really, I’m just making a thoughtful