Fitch looked at him with a dark, heavy gaze. He didn't offer an explanation, only a rigid command.
"This is not up for negotiation! You must marry Tamara. The partnership between the Sherwood and Sloan families cannot be broken!"
Fitch's tone was too overbearing, and Milford felt a surge of repulsion.
Gloria noticed Milford's dissatisfaction. She gently took her son's hand, coaxing him in a soft voice. "Milford, your father is only thinking about the family. Tamara is such a good girl. You two grew up together, and you know each other better than anyone. She loves you sincerely. Don't let her down..."
Milford looked at his mother's concerned eyes, then at his father's unquestionable attitude. Finally, he fell silent. He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked out of the study.
...
The next day, Milford and Tamara's wedding took place as scheduled.
At the venue, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The entire banquet hall was decorated with fresh flowers and crystal chandeliers, looking dreamlike.
Tamara, wearing a custom wedding gown, stood in front of the full-length mirror in the hotel dressing room, admiring her reflection with satisfaction.
"Ms. Sloan, you look beautiful today!" The makeup artist offered a compliment with a smile.
The corners of Tamara's lips curved upward. Her smile was full of happiness and high spirits. "Thank you."
"Tamara, congratulations! You're finally marrying Mr. Sherwood!"
"Mr. Sherwood is so handsome. You really are lucky!"
Tamara's bridesmaids were all smiling, singing her praises.

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