Abigail finally shook her head.
Nako wanted to say something more, but looking at Abigail's haggard face and thinking of Jeffrey, who had been silent since he left Abigail recently, sighed and called the makeup artist to do her makeup.
Abigail closed her eyes, her heart heavy.
An hour later, Abigail's makeup was done.
The makeup concealed the exhaustion on her face but couldn't hide the desolation in her spirit. She did not have a hint of a bride's joy.
It had only been a week, but Abigail's mood was completely different.
The first time, although she had some unresolved doubts in her heart, she had loved her senior for ten years and felt it was a rare blessing for them to enter the hall of marriage. She had been looking forward to the wedding.
But today, Abigail found she couldn't feel happy no matter what.
