“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” the wedding coordinator complained to Vincent.
Now, Vincent is checking the tune of the piano that he will use for his performance.
“I was driving,” Vincent answered. “Where’s Mich?”
His boss sighed as she massaged her aching nape. Vincent looked at her and noticed her anxiousness, as if her stress level would reach the top of Mt. Everest.
“This is the reason why I was calling you before,” she said while gritting her teeth. “Mich got in an accident on her way here. It’s minor accident but she said she cannot perform with you. I was trying to call you, hoping that you’ll get someone who can replace Mich. What should we do now? The song cannot be performed in solo. And the wedding will start in any minute.”
After hearing the problems, Vincent stared at Ryan.
Ryan is sitting on the side. When she saw him staring at her, she smiled and mouthed a cheer. “You can do it Vincent!”
