It had been over a year since Annie and her parents last met. Their figures seemed to exist only in financial news reports and occasional video calls.
She wondered if she should tell them about the wedding. Eventually, she decided against it.
They were busy working abroad year-round. She figured that telling them would only add to their worries, and it would be pointless.
Besides, this was just a fake marriage. If her parents asked too many questions, Annie wouldn't know how to explain it. Thus, she concluded that it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Annie kept reminding herself that it was only a fake marriage. Yet the thought of the wedding in two days—of standing beside Christian in a wedding dress—made her cheeks burn uncontrollably.
What was going on?
Annie raised her hand to touch her cheeks. The burning heat made her heart skip a beat.
Was she really sick?
She fell onto the bed in a panic and buried her hot face into the cool and soft pillow. She tried to cool herself down and physically suppress that inexplicable heat.
She thought that her reaction was ridiculous. After all, it was just a show. So, why was her heart beating so fast? Why was her body reacting so honestly?
This shouldn't be her reaction.
Just as her thoughts were running wild, there was a gentle knock on the door.
Annie lifted her head from the pillow, quickly sat up, and tidied her messy hair. "Come in," she said.
The door opened, revealing Christian's figure. Holding a thick white folder, he handed it to her. He said, "Ann, I forgot to give you this."
Annie took it with some confusion. It felt quite heavy. She asked, "What is this?"
"It's the wedding schedule and a few details. Take a look and see if anything needs adjusting," Christian answered.
Annie nodded. "Okay, I will."
Seeing that she accepted it, Christian did not stay any longer. He turned around and closed the door, returning the room to silence.
Annie looked down at the heavy folder in her arms and curiously flipped opened the cover.
A line of artistic gold lettering caught her eye. It read, "Mr. Parker and Ms. Steward's Wedding Celebration."
The guests were chatting happily and behaving elegantly. Even knowing that half of them were actors Maeve had hired, the lively atmosphere still gave her a sense of reality.
In her past life, she had also fantasized about her wedding with great anticipation. But Sean had said he did not like extravagance and wanted everything to be simple.
Now, a partner in name had given her a grand wedding far beyond her imagination.
Annie felt a mixture of emotions deep in her heart.
The makeup artist put on the last earring for her. "Ms. Steward, you're truly the most beautiful bride I have ever seen."
The makeup artist smiled and excused herself, leaving Annie alone in the spacious dressing room.
Annie sat there quietly, waiting for the ceremony to begin. There was still half an hour left.
Then, the phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated.
She took it out and saw that it was a text message from an anonymous number.

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