The Don’s Faceless Bride Chapter 01
I was born face-blind. I can never remember the faces of the people around me.
My best friend Isabella and my fiancé Marco both loved to joke about it.
At family gatherings, Marco would have other men wear the same suit as him and make me guess which one was him.
When we went shopping, the two of them would suddenly duck into a crowd and swap jackets with strangers, then make me find them again.
Every time, I’d stand there helpless, crying on the spot, begging them to stop teasing me.
Until the wedding day. Marco arranged for six fake grooms, all dressed in the same tuxedo as him, and made me pick the real one from among them.
This time, I didn’t cry.
Instead, I just placed my hand on one of the men’s hands.
After all, they all looked the same to me.
Choosing Marco or someone else—it didn’t actually make a difference.
I walked in a circle around the six grooms, then returned to where I’d started and placed my hand in the palm of the man closest to me.
Isabella, standing beside me in her bridesmaid dress, let out a very quiet sigh of relief.
As if she was glad their plan had already succeeded halfway.
The night before the wedding, I’d woken up in the middle of the night to get some water and overheard my father, along with the two of them, having a family meeting in the study.
It wasn’t about preparing a surprise for me at the wedding. It was about using my wedding to fulfill the wedding dream of their adopted daughter—who didn’t want to marry or have children.
My mother, always the one in charge at home, made the first suggestion.
“Anyway, Ava can’t recognize faces.”
“We can find a groom who has a similar build to Marco and have him go through the motions in Marco’s place.”
My father helped fill in the details.
“Ava’s suspicious by nature. If we suggest she pick the groom herself, we can seamlessly swap him in.”
“And if she picks wrong, we can just say she couldn’t recognize her own fiancé.”
Marco made the final call. “We’ll run both weddings simultaneously. After it’s over, I’ll use the excuse of going to the restroom, then switch back and go register with Ava.”
“As long as the best man doesn’t speak, Ava won’t be able to tell.”
Isabella had no objections, but she did ask one question.
“What if she picks the right one?”
Marco took that to heart.
To avoid any risk, he had me pick the real groom from six groomsmen—but he himself wasn’t even among those six.
And now Isabella was standing there lying through her teeth.
“What a lucky day.”
“Ava’s luck is off the charts—she found Marco on the first try!”
I smiled and reached out to touch the hand I was holding.
His palm was broader than Marco’s, and his skin rougher.
I might be face-blind, but I wasn’t stupid.
But I didn’t expose their clumsy lie. Instead, I smiled and squeezed the fake groom’s palm.
“What are you standing there for? Hurry up and carry me downstairs.”
He froze, then quickly crouched down in front of me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to his broad back, and waved goodbye to Isabella.
“We’re heading down first. You can follow behind.”
When Marco came back from the restroom, all he saw was my back as someone else carried me away.
He instinctively reached out, about to pull me off that man’s back, but Isabella grabbed his shoulder firmly.
“Don’t forget what we planned last night.”
Marco pulled his hand back, his voice very low.
“But the plan didn’t say the chosen groom had to carry Ava downstairs!”
Isabella released his hand, her face pale and expression strained.
“Then go after her and stop her right now.”
“Tell her yourself how despicable your adopted daughter is.”
“How I not only stole her groom to satisfy my own selfish desires, but also made her go through a wedding with another man.”
Marco sighed helplessly and reached up to wipe her tears.
“That’s not what I meant.”
My mother quickly stepped in to mediate.
“Alright, alright. Such a small thing, and you two are already fighting over it.”
My father chuckled and patted Marco on the shoulder.
“Your mother and I treat Isabella like our own daughter.”
“She’s the bride today—you can’t make her cry.”
“We still have time to get to Isabella’s wedding venue.”