My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 916

In the dressing room stood four maids. Upon hearing Ernest’s words, they walked up and carefully took down the wedding dress.

Then they said to Florence respectfully, “Ms. Fraser, we’ll help you put it on.”

Florence looked at the wedding dress that needed three maids to hold, and her eyes twinkled.

This was her wedding dress for real.

She sniffed and nodded.

Besides feeling extremely touched, she was also jubilant.

After experiencing so many things, she finally would marry Ernest. Only then did she touch the sense of reality among this dream-like bubble.

Ernest walked out of the cloakroom.

Florence and the four maids were left. They helped her put on the wedding dress.

Sitting on the sofa elegantly, Ernest gazed in the direction where the cloakroom was without a blink.

In fact, he looked a bit nervous.

Phoebe was also waiting for Florence on the other sofa. Looking at the decoration in the room and waiting for Florence to come out in a wedding dress, she couldn't help feeling envious.

Ernest treated Florence like a princess. He took care of everything, and Florence only needed to be happy and well.

Phoebe envied them so much.

If she and Stanford could be like this...

Thinking of that, Phoebe shook her head helplessly. It couldn’t be possible. Stanford wasn't like Ernest.

In Phoebe’s opinion, Stanford treated her well, but he couldn’t take care of her as tenderly and carefully as Ernest did for Florence. Stanford was too straightforward and unromantic. Those things wouldn't even occur to him at all.

However, Stanford had his own advantages.

Thinking about them, Phoebe rubbed her chin playfully. It seemed that she hadn’t known enough of his advantages.

In the beginning, she was obsessed with Stanford’s appearance, so she fell in love with him at first sight. Then, his personality attracted her. He was aloof and overbearing. Phoebe thought that he was so handsome even when he tried to distance himself from her.

Stanford was reasonably competent. He was always calm when dealing with everything, as if all the matters were within his control. He was a born king.

Phoebe liked it when he was stubborn and insisted on the traditions.

However, she didn’t know much what he would look like and behave when he was in love.

At least, compared to the understandings between Florence and Ernest, it was not enough.

Phoebe decided to dig out more and know what kind of man Stanford was.

After waiting for a long while, the door of the cloakroom was opened from the inside.

Ernest and Phoebe turned to look.

Instantly, their eyes lit up.

Phoebe gaped and exclaimed in surprise, “Whoa! You look gorgeous!”

For a moment, she thought she had seen a nymph.

Ernest glinted at Florence with flames.

He focused on her with the heat in his eyes.

Florence blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Looking into Ernest’s eyes, she asked gently, “Do I look good?”

Ernest stared at her in silence.

Then he stood up, strode to her, wrapped her waist, and dragged her into his arms.

Florence was shocked, looking at him in surprise. Before she spoke, Ernest’s thin lips sealed hers.

His kiss attacked her suddenly, just like a storm.

Florence stiffened.

Her face turned red. Her heart hammered so much as if it would pop out from her chest soon.