The sunlight that glinted off the beautifully decorated pond, reflected the beauty of the wedding a father had planned for his daughter. A wedding where she would be happy. As Xie Eun stood inside the small inlay, ready to go out, she could only marvel at her father's arrangements and realized how deeply she missed him today. He had left no stones unturned for her last wedding also and for this one too. The willow trees, the roll of the lawns, a flower-strewn arbor and white runners flowing like a river between the rows of chairs—white again, strung with little flowers. Everything looked formal yet not stuffy. But natural and elegant. The little flowers were laid in abundant bunches of natural arrangements by the floral artists. There, under their arbor they would be saying their vows as acres and rivers of white fairy lights would be lighted against the setting sun.