My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The next day.

Putting on a red gown after the passing of several days, it felt unreal to look at myself in the mirror.

The reflection of Hendrix, dressed in a black suit, sneaked into the mirror. He looked at me through the glass reflector. "Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes," I answered and then asked, "is everything settled at the church and hospital?"

Hendrix turned his body sideways and pulled me into his embrace. The over-the-top wedding dress made my waist bigger, but he still stubbornly wrapped his arms around me as if he was marveling with fate. "Of course, there's no one out there who doesn't want this matter to be known to outsiders more so than me."

I understood Hendrix's concerns. Our wedding was only less than half a month ago, but everything still felt hot and rushed. "Arianna and Hendrix" had become a synonym and hashtag for love. In the eyes of outsiders, to put on wedding clothes for others at this time was undoubtedly a flagrant insult to romance. To avoid a media turmoil, the whole wedding could only be held secretly.

We cuddled for a while before Hendrix helped me down the stairs. Although I'd changed into a lighter dress, there were still the wooden shoes that made it hard to keep my balance.

I wanted Irvin to see my sincerity as I stripped off anything that could reek of modern elements.

the

through the corridor, a wavy, faint red light was reflected on the wall, spreading along with

so I could

male version of the wedding suit, respectfully opened the door, and

bed, resting. He

was like a reverie. It was not until he saw my dress that he suddenly woke up, and his vision

emotional that he

utter a complete sentence.

"Isn't it pretty? Didn't I tell you that I

flashed with joy. "But what

I raised his clothes in my hand and walked over to put them on his bedside. I said, "Don't you want to marry me? I've thought

happy. I couldn't help but smooth the wrinkles on the clothes. "They still look great no matter how many times