Standing at the altar this time, Jun thoroughly understood Jian's trepidation of fixing his tie as he waited for his bride to come. With his shoulders straight, he stood upright and patient, but the pounding heartbeats in his chest told a different story altogether. With every moment passing by, he could feel the tickling butterflies fluttering in his stomach grow stronger as he felt Ai approaching.
His breath slightly trembled as silence completely reigned the church. It was then that he felt it. He turned to look at the most beautiful woman who looked ethereal in her wedding gown, holding onto her father's arm.
She walked down the aisle, her gown flowing like a cascade of shimmering moonlight. Her dress was a masterpiece of ivory lace and satin, hugging her slender figure in all the right places and all the credit went to Jing who took responsibility of designing the wedding gowns for Leina and Ai.
