"Mrs. Wayne, what are you
thinking? "
Jim asked her bride the moment he placed her at their bed. The room was filled with fragrance of fresh flowers.
"Just about my life." She honestly replied.
When she noticed his silence, she cupped his face. "And what are you thinking as well?"
"Of course, I'm thinking of my beautiful bride."
"Angry? " She stared at him.
"A little." He replied.
She then turned into a lateral position, lifted her head up and supported in with a hand. She looked intently at him while he laid down with locked hands under his head. He had already changed into his pajamas and his hair was still dripping.
"How can I treat your anger? "
"If you will still wear that white dress Mr. Nicoleau has made for you." Jim answered.
Mr. Nicoleau was the most famous wedding dress designer she had known.
Jia chuckled. " Sure, Jim. We will still have the wedding ceremony but I want it to be here."
