"This decoration is awful! Justin, when did your taste get so tacky?"
"I don’t want a dull, conventional wedding. I want something unique and modern. And the gown… the whiter, the better. Just like our relationship."
"Why did you have a plan ready so early? Were you planning to marry someone else before I came back?"
The dull, conventional wedding she scoffed at was actually the very plan I had spent half a year perfecting.
Justin’s smile faltered for just a moment and his eyes flicked instinctively toward the kitchen.
Then he touched his nose as he laughed lightly.
"How could that be? If you never came back, I’d spend the rest of my life waiting for my bride."
"Even if I reach seventy or eighty—until I’m buried—the only one by my side would still be you."
"Heh, you’re just trying to sweet-talk me."
He chuckled low in his throat.
"I can sweet-talk you in other ways, too. Want me to prove it right now?"
"Stop it, or I’ll get mad! Don’t kiss my neck—we’ve got a wedding photoshoot tomorrow."
"All right, all right. Then I’ll only kiss the places your wedding dress will cover. How about that?"
It felt as though invisible hands had gripped my heart, crushing it, then tearing it apart.