"Mamamama! Welcome to my wedding!"
Charlotte Linlin was dressed in a magnificent white wedding gown, clearly tailored with great care. Even on her, it conveyed a breathtaking sense of splendor.
She stood atop a white cloud, waving her right hand toward the guests lining both sides of the path as she greeted them with a cheerful smile.
A sun also circled around Charlotte Linlin, releasing tiny fireballs that exploded in midair, transforming into bursts of celebratory fireworks.
Of course, the most eye-catching figure was the other protagonist of today's wedding, her delicate little husband, Donquixote Doflamingo, whom Charlotte Linlin held around the waist with her left hand. His expression was utterly calm—one might even call it numb.
Though he was far smaller than Charlotte Linlin, his proportions were much better. The white formalwear suited him perfectly, making his already remarkable handsomeness stand out even more.
Yes, Doflamingo's handsome face could be seen clearly, because he was not wearing his usual sunglasses today.
Bright had excellent eyesight, so he clearly saw what Doflamingo truly looked like.
How should he put it? It was unexpected, yet expected.
There was nothing especially striking about him. He was just ordinarily handsome.
Only, the smile on his face was gone, along with the arrogance he should have possessed.
"Hey!"
Tesoro ran to the edge of the cake platform and shouted in Doflamingo's direction, "Doflamingo, you have to be happy!! Have lots of children with Big Mom!"
The numbness in Doflamingo's eyes instantly gave way to life. He turned his head and looked this way.
Then he saw Tesoro waving at him with a face full of blessings, as well as Bright sitting nearby and smiling at him.
The muscles in Doflamingo's cheeks began to twitch.
It was all because of this bastard!!
He had ended