Lise was sitting in front of a body length mirror, where she could see her reflection.
It was a young girl, an unhappy one, whose facial expression was more suitable for someone who was waiting for her final verdict instead of someone who would marry the most wanted bachelor in the Fokosa city.
Her wedding dress was very beautiful and fancy, but still gave off a sense of elegance.
It was a white strapless ballgown, with a sweetheart neckline, which created a heart shape on the bodice that showed her shoulders. The fabric of this gown was shiny and flowy, which left enough room for her to breath. Gael emphasized that he didn't want to suffocate the baby.
He put so much attention on his child, but Lise couldn't find it in her to feel something for what he had done for her and the baby. Her feelings for him were numb.
Even if she had any feelings for him, they were definitely not of love, not even affection.
