My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I found myself alone on the bed after Freya sent me to the decorated wedding room.

Bored, I scanned the room and was impressed by the thoughtfulness and effort behind the props. Everything in the room, from the candles to the closet, were all the aesthetic creations of the ancients. The candlelight flickered as if they knew the joy surrounding the day and were celebrating with us.

Within me, I was experiencing the nervousness of a wedding day.

A short while later, a loud male voice recited the wedding book, "The Reid Group has a daughter who is gentle and virtuous, quiet and reserved at the same time - a true extraordinaire. I'm grateful for the care of the heavens and earth and the mercy of God. I'm going to marry her now, and I hope that from now on, we will love each other and stay together despite whatever hardships we may encounter. With this, I ask for your hand in marriage."

"Miss, please get ready..."

Then, the door opened and a staff dressed as a maid entered the room.

"Miss, it's time to go."

"Alright."

While answering in a whisper, I took a deep breath to quell the tension in my chest. As I got up and lifted my feet, I walked along the red carpet with the help of the maid to the end of it, where crowds of thousands of people were watching.

could be felt with every

male model, both the maid and the

figure could indeed be described as the ideal male body; the monotonous scarlet robe appeared stunning on him. In a flat-winged hat and steady footsteps, he seemed like a character straight

an uproar. I couldn't imagine what would happen once he

the mask was the wise thing to do. If Hendrix were to know that I had such a grand wedding with a dashing man, jealousy

beloved at a wedding? Smiling and lost in thought, I realized I had forgotten to take the red ribbon the staff handed over to me. After pausing for a brief moment, I grabbed the edge of the silk, walking with my "man" along the red carpet that stretched

blessings, the cheers of men, and

the sparrows flying across the sky

nerves. It seemed as if I was teleported back to the earliest days of my love

and magnetic voice sounded, "Arianna,

Mansion. A golden light enveloped him as if he was Prince Charming who came straight out of a fairy tale, asking,

pair of eyes gazing into mine were

my love for you has had seeds sown in my blood, its roots growing everywhere throughout my body

myself from you.

There's no telling whether it's God's mercy or luck that has changed everything. All I know is it's a sweet trap that once I fell into, I couldn't