"I am done. Let's go," Ayana said as she fixed her hair with her hand. She had to stuff everything in her bag forcefully. She didn't even bother to fold it nicely, making the bag bulge with more baggage with the addition of the wedding gown.
Rainy was dumbfounded when she looked at Ayana's carefree attitude. The image of Ayana walking down the alley in a white dress overlaps with the image of Ayana shamelessly taking off her clothes and stuffing the wedding dress inside her bag. The images in her head made Rainy feel like the one married to their general and the one in front of her was two different girls.
A normal woman might carry around a medium traveling suitcase in this kind of situation, but Ayana only carried a small bag that has nothing on it besides stuffed wrinkled clothes.
As she remembered their small talk some minutes earlier, something passed Rainy's mind. it was definitely something wicked since her eyes were shining with mischievousness.
