My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"It's up to you. You won't be able to avoid this ceremony anyway." I pretended not to care and turned to leave. "Evan will get you changed. I'll see you at the church." "Wait," Irvin stopped me and coughed without saying anything.

I knew what he was thinking. He was worried that I would do as I said I would.

"You know me. Since I've made you a promise, I won't break it."

After that, I left without waiting for his response.

I shut the door, picked up the bag Evan left by the door earlier and called Shirley after reaching an intersection far enough from where I was. The plan went on.

"You are finally showing up?" Shirley was obviously antsy from being in an enclosed state, unable to see Irvin since the night before. "Hendrix's men would not let me upstairs. You weren't accepting calls either What were you two thinking? Even if you didn't want to get married, you shouldn't be stopping me from taking care of Irvin. What did he do to you?" "Calm down." I sighed. "I'm going downstairs now. Wait for me at the back door."

"Are you leaving?" Apparently, Shirley's emotions had affected her rationality. "Arianna, was I wrong about you?"

"No." The more I explained, the more confusing the situation would become. I simply hung up the phone after saying, "Whatever it is, just meet me at the back door. Come or don't, it's your choice." As expected, when I arrived, Shirley was already waiting at the stairs.

She looked at me with blame and hatred in her eyes. She had a lot to say, but I did not give her the chance to vent. I immediately handed her the bag in my hand.

"Put this on."

and reached in to take the clothes out for a peek. She did not

it again. It's up to you whether to change into it or not. This is all I

took the lead in walking out. I opened the car door and waited for

the person I had

side of the road in front of

had his hair

a clear view of my face. Then, I rolled up the window, picked up the veil, and turned to look at the

nervously fidgeting

had reached the church when she heard my voice and looked out

he may die any second... Shirley said to herself with her head down. Her hands were pinching hard on the fabric

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her nails deeply sunk

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flesh.

breath. I felt as heavy as she did. However, it was too late to back out at this point.

Would she?