"No way!"
Alette didn't even think before denying it outright. If he really came, would it prove her previous thoughts?
Outside the door, Ivy, bloated with pregnancy, shrugged at the person next to her, and then said, "Hurry up and come out. What's it like monopolizing the bride and groom's bathroom?"
"Oh, I'll be right out!"
Alette only breathed a deep sigh of relief after hearing Ivy's voice. Then she turned on the faucet, gently patted her cheeks with water, and saw that her face color had returned to normal in the mirror before taking a deep breath, opening the bathroom door, and pushing it open...
"Sister Ivy..."
