July 8th, under clear skies, Moscow's sky was a flawless blue.
When many people stepped outside, they discovered that nearly the entire city had been decorated with lights and banners, filled with a festive atmosphere.
Today was not a holiday, so why was it like this? Of course, many people already knew the answer—it was Mikhail's wedding day!
No matter the country, ordinary people loved gossip. Mikhail and Rosiana's wedding had been Moscow's hottest topic lately.
The couple was simply too well known. Almost no one had not heard of the two of them.
There was no need to say much about Mikhail. He was one of the people at the very top, and he was young, handsome, and wealthy. He had long been the prince charming in the hearts of countless Russian girls.
Who knew how many girls had huge posters of him hanging in their bedrooms?
Rosiana's fame over the past two years had not been the slightest bit inferior to his. If anything, her story was even more legendary!
After all, she was the contemporary "Grand Duchess Romanov," the genuine direct descendant of the Russian Empire's tsars. On top of that, she held the important post of Governor of Moscow Oblast, had built up her own political faction, and had participated in this year's election. Her public prestige was at its peak!
A couple like this would have shone as brightly as the sun in any country, and Russia was no exception.
The vast majority of the public offered their blessings for the union, believing the two were a match made in heaven and could not have been more suitable for each other.
Of course, what some people truly thought in private was another matter entirely.
Today, the Kremlin looked as solemn and imposing as ever