"How could it be a waste? Our wedding naturally has to be grand!" The man said with the utmost certainty.
"Liam Yancey!" Tara Summer turned to face him, her delicately arched eyebrows creasing slightly, "Don't squander money, we can't possibly wear so many dresses!..."
"If we can't wear them, they'll serve as keepsakes."
"Liam..." Tara Summer knew that she couldn't convince him, so she simply shut up, feeling a headache coming on.
Just from this conversation about the wedding dress, she knew that the wedding in a month's time would be extraordinarily lavish with a staggering spectacle!
Seeing her silent, the man smirkily hooked his lips in satisfaction and proceeded to guide her towards the dressing room. Tara's face blushed profusely, aware that he was escorting her inside, she hastily grabbed him, not allowing him to take another step further.
Liam Yancey didn't continue, finally releasing her. Seeing this, Tara hurriedly dashed into the dressing room.
