four months later
Standing at an altar in a metallic church, that's what Bastian did. The man was so handsome wearing a black suit with flower decorations on his chest and combing his hair neatly, and around him were the priest and his father and uncle. He looked at Irina walking across the red carpet while embracing her father's arm, looking so beautiful in a white wedding dress with open shoulders and a white veil.
'Destiny is indeed a mystery. I didn't think I could marry the girl my previous friend dreamed of,' he thought with a smile, glancing at Richard who was standing next to Daisy. 'Hopefully, I can also be happy like them, I just hope that Irina always feels satisfied with what I'll give it." He glanced back at Irina who was already in front of him.
"Bastian," whispered Bartman.
Bastian immediately stretched out his hand to grab Irina's hand then pulled her gently to stand beside him
"I trust you," whispered Bartman with a warm smile.
