Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 863 She Secretly Desires for A Wedding Reception

Wanda had been undergoing a naturopathic treatment procedure for her breast cancer. She took bitter herbal

tonics every day, and her health slowly improved. She was happy that she did not have to remove her breasts.

One day, she came over to the mansion to visit Bianca and Old Master Rayne.

Bianca was giving some pointers on oil painting to her aunt in the studio.

On the walls of the studio were an assortment of paintings done in different styles.

The paintings were beautiful. Bianca had painted most of them during her free time.

She mixed some oil paints on the palette while explaining the theory behind oil painting to her aunt. "Painting with

oils is very different from painting with watercolors, Aunt Wanda.

"When you paint with watercolors, you treat the paper as part of your process. Even if you leave certain parts

unpainted, it can still be a completed piece. On the other hand, oil painting emphasizes shape and color. You'll have

to fill in every square inch of your canvas. Look here, doesn't it look more beautiful when you fill this area with

color?"

On the canvas was a beautiful and ethereal lake. In the distance was an arch bridge, while green willows dotted the

background. On the bank were several morning glories in bloom, and several birds were flitting mischievously in the

sky.

Bianca was explaining to her aunt how to mix colors and balance the warmth and coolness of a painting.

Recently, Wanda had been obsessed with oil painting.

She had signed up for oil painting classes. However, after attending several classes, she thought that the instructor

was not as skilled as her niece. That was why she asked Bianca for advice while she was there visiting her father.

Wanda was quite impressed that the rather crude painting had become a lot more pleasing to the eye.

Wanda gestured a thumbs-up at her niece and praised her. "I only know that you're talented in design. I didn't

expect that you're so amazing with oil painting too! You're a genius, Bea!"

Bianca blushed. "You flatter me, Aunt Wanda. I'm not that great. I only doodle a little whenever I'm free. Luke is a

much better artist than I am."

Wanda put the brush away and said, "No wonder you're such a good match with Luke. I was worried that his family

would bully you because your family isn't very remarkable, but it looks like the two of you have persevered through

thick and thin. I'm relieved when I see that."

Bianca took a towel and gently wiped a paint stain on Wanda's hand. "You don't have to worry about us, Aunt

Wanda. We're happily married with children after all. I'm worried about you though. Your condition is finally

improving, and you'll have to take good care of yourself. Right, is your ex-... I mean, is that person still bothering

you?"

Bianca wanted to slap herself when she saw her aunt's smile fade away upon the mention of that person.

Wanda's ex-husband was her nightmare. Bianca should not have mentioned him.

Wanda's gloom only lasted for a brief moment before she resumed her usual expression. "He isn't. He has his life

now, and I have mine. I think it's a good thing that we won't ever meet again." "Oh..." Bianca nodded knowingly.

Suddenly, she remembered the handsome diplomat she met when she visited her aunt, and she instantly became

curious.

"I remember that a diplomat was trying to court you, Aunt Wanda. He seemed like a gentleman and cared greatly

for you. How are things between you and him?"

Wanda blushed and used a finger to poke Bianca's forehead. "Why are you suddenly so nosy, Bianca? We're only

friends. It's not like what you think..." "Oh?" Bianca's face was full of disbelief. "Are you sure that you're not dating

him?"

Wanda ruffled her niece's hair. "I didn't know that you're such a gossip, Bianca. Anyway, how are things between

you and Luke? You've already registered your marriage, and you have three children. Has he ever mentioned if

he'd give you a wedding? A wedding is a symbol of love, respect, and tradition. You might be legally husband and

wife, but you'll feel like you're missing something if you don't have a wedding reception."

Bianca was momentarily startled. "Aunt Wanda, T Corporation had only recently extricated itself from a PR crisis,

and Luke has been terribly busy. The wedding can wait. Moreover, I don't think we need to go through with the

formalities if we truly love each other. What can be more blissful than spending the rest of my life with my

husband?"

Wanda shook her head in disapproval. "You're so considerate about him, but have you considered your own

feelings? You might have registered your marriage with him, and it's also published in the newspapers, but it's

different when your husband is from a wealthy family. If you don't hold a wedding, the tabloids will gossip about it."

Bianca shook her head determinedly. "You worry too much, Aunt Wanda. I've been through so much all these years.

Do you think I'd care about what some tabloid thinks?"

Wanda sighed. "You're still too young, Bianca. Haven't you seen the entertainment news lately? Nevea Carson, that

popular actress, is married to John X. They've already registered their marriage, have two sons, and even made

joint appearances on variety shows. The man hasn't given her a wedding reception despite being married for many

years, and Nevea still addresses her mother-in-law as 'Aunt.' Word has it that John's mother doesn't recognize

Nevea's status because she's a mere actress. I hope you won't turn out like that, Bea..."

Bianca was not sure how to react to that. She hugged her aunt's neck and said, "I certainly didn't expect that you

care about entertainment gossip, Aunt Wanda. The paparazzi make up stories so that they can sell tabloids. You

shouldn't believe what they saw. You really don't have to worry about me. If Luke and I have a wedding reception,

you'll be the first to know." "Sigh, silly girl, I hope you don't get bullied..."

Wanda continued to advise Bianca.

Bianca might be smiling, but there was a hint of wistfulness in her smile.

She would be lying to herself if she said that she did not want a grand wedding reception.