My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Irvin and Shirley walked into the church. Mission complete. I heaved a long sigh of relief before I tapped on the tablet in the car.

The church had surveillance cameras from all directions that let people watch the wedding live.

The car door opened, and Hendrix appeared on the roadside. He got in the car and sat beside me. His hand reached over my head and pulled me into his embrace. We hugged each other as we watched the wedding through the screen.

Irvin took his time with every step he made as his smile grew wider. He did not look ill at all.

The veil masked Shirley's face. She matched her pace with Irvin's. With every step she took, every sway of the dress was expressing how lovely she felt right at that moment.

The church had been renovated. The center of the hall was an altar with candle holders on it. A couplet was on each side of the altar. The writings on them were words of the uneasiness of marriages.

"In front of the jade mirror platform is a beautiful conversation. The person before the silver mirror platform is like jade."

Evan, dressed in a green gown, stood on the stage as the witness and host.

"Are you ready?"

faded. He turned to look at

low voice

and short, enough to prevent her identity from

and said loudly, "I've been waiting for nearly ten years for this.

got himself ready, and

bow to Heaven

the woman dressed in a wedding dress while he lowered his head, giving a deep

bow to

his head, his gaze still fixated on her. After the second bow, before Evan could speak, he turned to face the woman beside him, ready to bow to his soon-to-be

"to each other" stuck in his throat, Irvin cut him off and

was now in front of him. His

car, I couldn't help but stiffen. Did he

later, Irvin smiled as he

looked down as if he was telling himself, "Getting

he looked up, his eyes were

me, but I could never understand, nor had I been content with it. I've never hurt you, but why were you so reluctant to give me a chance?