"Since this is your ultimate dream, I've decided; I'll give you a wedding gown even if I can't marry you in the future. I'll get a well-known designer to custom-make one for you. What do you think of that?"
She did not respond right away. Instead, her face dimmed in apparent disappointment.
That expression was firmly etched into his mind, and he could not help feeling heartache for her as he recalled it now.
Her ultimate dream had probably nothing to do with wedding gowns but rather with him being her groom.
"If I do end up tying the knot with you, I bet I'll break down in tears at the wedding venue." She once told him this dejectedly.
Pulling back from his thoughts, he retorted with a smirk, "Five gowns? How interesting you are, Song Enya."
