Chapter 88
The sky pulled an orange halo toward the brightening horizon, dyeing the layered clouds gold and spilling across the indigo
sea.
The water seemed to gleam with golden scales.
Bethany caught up on sleep all morning before Silas woke her in the afternoon to get her makeup done.
Silas had said that they’d shoot a set of wedding photos on the deck first. Apparently, the photographer, Vincent Cole, was also on the cruise ship.
Bethany wore an ivory satin wedding dress with a long train, standing on the cruise ship’s deck. The sea breeze gently lifted her veil, making the scattered crystals sway in the wind.
Silas stood beside her in a sharp black suit, his posture as straight as a mast. His deep gaze rested on her delicate face, dowsed in the light of the setting sun.
Vincent looked at the two newlyweds, who seemed rather unfamiliar with each other, and started directing.
“Groom, put your hand on the bride’s lower back!”
Silas did as instructed, and Bethany immediately felt the warmth of his fingers. Her spine straightened involuntarily.
Silas looked at the sensitive woman before him with curiosity, his lips curving.
“Good! Now, face that way!”
At that moment, a flock of seagulls swept across the rose–colored sky. Vincent’s shutter clicked rapidly, capturing shot after
shot.
“Perfect! Adjust positions. Bride, keep facing away. Groom, turn to face the bride!” Vincent continued tossing directions their way.
Silas‘ eyes now reflected her graceful figure even more clearly. The carefree seagulls became their backdrop.
Silas forgot about the camera and everything around them. His gaze fell on Bethany’s pink lips.
He slowly leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth, not with desire, but with tender affection.
The evening breeze stirred, lifting her veil studded with crystals and sequins. It shimmered silently along with the sparkling
sea.
Vincent kept pressing the shutter. “Excellent!”
He could tell that this couple was starting to get comfortable. Vincent only reluctantly wrapped up when the sun had sunk entirely below the horizon.
“Alright. That’s it for today.”
Bethany turned around with a smile. “Can I see the pictures? I want to pick one to post.”
Silas raised an eyebrow, surprise flashing in his dark eyes. Was she going to announce their relationship?
But his excitement lasted all of two seconds. Bethany selected a photo of herself with the seagulls from the many pictures they’d taken. The photo she was going to post didn’t include him.
Silas looked teasingly at the woman who was admiring and zooming in on the digital photo. He couldn’t help the sarcasm. Does it look that good?”
“It’s pretty good.”
X CLOSE
Chapter 88
Silas‘ lips twitched. “You really like taking solo shots in a wedding dress?”
When Bethany didn’t respond, he added, “Mrs. Brennan, if you post that, my father will be heartbroken.”
In the end, due to Silas‘ strong protest, Bethany also requested a photo of the two of them together, though Silas only appeared as a silhouette in the back.
2/2
Silas and Bethany shot at three different locations, from snowy mountains to the seaside.
Every shot was a treasure to Vincent. He hadn’t shot such stunning wedding photos in ages.
VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: A Mix-up Made Me His Enemy's Woman