Studying his expression, I don't know if he is telling the truth or testing me, so I can only ask again.
"Are you really letting me go? You know how Steven used to...."
I don't continue, but Frances is smart enough to know what I am going to say.
He smiles and hands me an invitation.
"If you go by yourself, I naturally won't agree. However, if I go with you, that will be another matter. It would be most appropriate for you to go as Mrs. Louis."
Opening the invitation, I see Steven and Violet's names on it.
Since Frances puts it that way, it will be fine if we go together.
However, I wonder if Steven will be happy in his marriage.
"I think there's something I should give a good thought about," Frances says while lying on the bed.
I lie in his arms and look up at him.
"What?"
"When will our wedding be held?"
Our ... wedding?
Anticipation rises in my heart.
Although this is my second marriage, in fact, I have never had a wedding.
When Andrew and I got married, we only had a simple meal with our relatives. We didn't even have wedding photos.
When I think about wedding photos, I get excited.
Every woman wants to have beautiful wedding photos once in her life.
"Wedding photos! I want to get our wedding photos taken. And I want lots of them."
Frances is petrified. After staring at me for two seconds, he bursts into laughter.
"How many are you talking about? I will cooperate until you get sick of it."
He dotes on me so much that it is almost nauseating.
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