Alla, fearing her anxiety, hastily consoled, "Isn't this to shed some weight for your wedding?"
Maggie, furrowing her brows, admonished her, "You're rapidly thinning to a point of resembling a bamboo pole, cease this weight loss nonsense. Heed my advice, hereafter, each meal must consist of three bowls of rice!"
Vincent chuckled, "Three bowls of rice per meal? Pray, how rotund would that render our dear Alla?"
Maggie hummed, "Regardless of how plump, my Alla would still remain a sight for sore eyes."
Vincent nodded in agreement, "Indeed, indeed, your Alla is forever beautiful. Might we now proceed to the makeup trial?"
Distracted by Vincent's interjection, Maggie ceased her lecture towards Alla, and dragged her towards the dressing room.
Following their makeup trial in the bridal shop, they ventured to the hotel to rehearse the wedding's itinerary. After the busy day, Vincent took Maggie and Alla to a restaurant for a meal, and later escorted them back home.
