My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 987

Stanford was struck dumb.

He looked at Phoebe as if she was a psycho, but he didn't want to make it clearer.

He was upset because he disliked Denzel.

That was all.

As the music faded away, one dance came to an end.

Stanford and Phoebe stepped down and returned to the banquet.

The servants wheeled the cake over.

"Mr. Fraser, Miss Jenkins, have a great party. We're looking forward to your wedding. Here, a toast to you."

An old man raised a glass of wine and proposed a toast.

Phoebe repeated receiving and proposing a toast this night but with beverages.

"Thank you."

Phoebe offered a genuine smile and clinked glasses with the old man, but the withered old man's hand was shaking hard and spilled the wine on Phoebe's skirt.

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The wine poured down and wet a large area from Phoebe's chest.

Phoebe was caught off guard and quickly stood back, but it happened too fast. Her dress had gotten wet.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. Oh, my damn clumsy hands! I'm really sorry."

The old man kept apologizing.

Phoebe couldn't blame it on the elderly, so she forced a smile and said, "It's okay. I can change it."

Stanford said in a distant tone, "I will go with you."

Phoebe nodded.

At this time, Victoria called her name in the distance.

"Phoebe, Stanny, come here and cut the cake."

Her shout startled everyone to attention. People made their way to Phoebe and Stanford. There was a huge eight-tier cake over there.

It was a small celebration.

But it had to be cut by the host.

But Phoebe looked down at her stained dress. If she stood among the crowd like this, she would humiliate the Fraser family.

The time was tight. It was inappropriate to make the guest wait until she got changed.

After a while, Phoebe turned to Stanford.

"Mr. Fraser, I'll go change my clothes, and you cut the cake. Either one of us should be there."

Stanford frowned slightly, "You go alone?"

He wasn't sure about that.

Phoebe smiled and said, "Hey! I just change clothes! It's not something difficult, okay? I will be quick. By the way, are you going to dress me up?"

Stanford's cheek blazed and he shifted his gaze away.

He said, "Make it quick."

Then Stanford strode off to Victoria. His rapid steps footsteps revealed his nervousness.

Phoebe gaped sweetly after Stanford as he trotted away.

She didn't know Stanford was that cute.

She had been deep into Stanford and was desperate to have him.

Phoebe left for the side hall to change her clothes.

Her dressing room was over there and had everything she needed.

If she made it quick, she might still be able to cut the cake.

Phoebe was familiar with this place. She quickly found a similar red dress and took off her dress.

As she zipped halfway down her dress, the door crack opened.