Chapter 632 The Veil

No one had expected William to dash onto the stage. The music playing in the grand hall abruptly ceased, and the festiveness in the hall died away into silence. Though there were some hushed discussions going on. William didn't care what the others thought of him. His focus was solely on the bride. Her veil was thick, obscuring her face even at close proximity. Moreover, she was wearing a face veil, a second layer of concealment. He grasped her hand tightly and demanded, emphasizing each word, "Who are you?" Arsen, who was seated at the main table below, rose. "Will, what's going on? Why did you dash onto the stage? Why are you holding onto my daughter's hand?" Arsen was shocked and confused, displeased that William had disrupted the wedding, as evidenced by the frown on his face. Meanwhile, Charles and the rest exchanged glances. The host quickly stepped forward and intervened. "Sir, are you a friend of the bride? We welcome you, but our wedding ceremony is not yet finished