The guests in the wedding hall were waiting impatiently for the couple. Blake Turner as well as Mr Calypso took glances at the door, waiting for their children. Abruptly the door opened, welcoming the bride and the groom. For a moment, silence engulfed the room. The excited faces gazed eagerly to see how beautiful the bride and the groom were. 

Garaine Jones was walking timidly beside the young master, circling her hand around his arm, while he walked in proudly with chin propped up. No sooner had the guests realized that the bride wasn't Miss Calypso than whispering and mumbling noises flooded the hall. Blake Turner frowned as soon as his eyes fell on the bride. An astounded Blake Turner glanced at his son who didn't seem to mind the disgusting gazes that were piercing him. Meanwhile, Mr Calypso just stared at the couple, unable to interpret the situation.