My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Since she did not seem like she was going to go on talking about this, I followed suit and left the topic as it had been. With that, to satisfy Freya, I picked a red matching set, with a wide-bottomed skirt, with accessories that paired well with the theme of the costume. The ideal bride's look I had pictured in my mind. I picked a normal phoenix coronet that wasn't that expensive, but looked more expensive than it was. However, something felt like it was just not sitting quite right with me. Freya was finally willing to head back home after placing our orders. The street was bustling with people and carriages. The pedestrians were dressed in western costumes, looking lively. The atmosphere in real life was quite unlike what we would usually see on TV. Walking past an eatery, we were blocked by the large crowd and could only wait until the people evacuated. After a while, we came across a sedan decorated with gold ornaments carried by eight men. They even had several special security guards escorting them. The sedan was carefully crafted with sophisticated details and everyone took their phones out to get a picture of it. "If only I could ride in such a sedan when I get married, I won't have any regrets for the rest of my life." "My, aren't you hard to please? This is not your average sedan. It's a special sedan that has at least seven types of wood incorporated in it. Don't even get me started on the intricate craving. I've seen pictures in magazines. These sedans are complicated to build. It took eleven masters and three full years to complete one. This is even decorated with gold embellishments. God only knows how much the total cost of this is, but one thing's for sure is that you won't have your chance at it. I have to say that the Roberts Group is breaking their bank for this Cultural City project." "My eight-man sedan, my Prince Charming, when are you coming to marry me on your white horse..." Every girl must have dreamt about their prince charming. Even though I had grown out of the ideals of love, it still brought a smile to my face. In order to avoid prolonged exposure, the men holding up the sedan quickened their pace. In less than two minutes, the sedan disappeared at the corner of the intersection with many people still chasing after it. The next minute, the street quietened down. "You should really learn how to spend money from Hendrix," Freya spoke all of a sudden. "What does this have to do with him? Anne's the one who organized the Cultural City." I looked puzzled. She must still probably be thinking about my hesitance in spending money at the flagship store earlier. "Oh come on, you used to be the director of the Roberts Group. Have you forgotten that every transaction has to be confirmed by the President before it can be processed? If Hendrix didn't spend that money, how would there be such a magnificent bridal sedan?" "True, but that's "Got it." Then, he asked as if nothing had happened, "What do you think about the Cultural City? Did you like it?"