Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen novel Chapter 292

Egbert flipped the card closed and then opened the two boxes before him. A sleek black tuxedo and a pristine white wedding gown with a flowing train were revealed.

Eileen's face twitched as she gazed at the dress, her muscles contorting with a mix of surprise and annoyance. She shuffled over and grabbed the box containing the tuxedo, hugging it to herself. "How about I wear this one instead?"

Egbert just stared at her, speechless.

Seeing Egbert’s silent refusal, Eileen reluctantly unfolded the wedding dress to take a closer look. The train of the dress was so long, it could double as a carpet!

"This is just too much," she complained.

Egbert said nothing, instead he pulled out another card from beneath the layers in the box.

Eileen leaned in to see it was a business card from a bridal photography studio.

The following day, at nine sharp, Egbert drove Eileen to the studio. It seemed the whole place had been booked by the reality show crew, devoid of any other clients, just a dedicated photographer and staff waiting for them.

The photographer greeted them with a smile and a portfolio, saying, "You can have a look at the styles we offer. We can do traditional, vintage, romantic, collegiate, chic– you name it."

Eileen's eyes brightened. "Can we do composite photos, too?"

The photographer and Egbert shared a look.

Eileen continued, "You know, just photoshop our heads onto a nice wedding picture, and..."

Before she could finish, Egbert pinched her lips shut, turning her head to meet his gaze.

Mumbling through the pinch, Eileen's words were muffled and incoherent.

Finally letting go, Egbert asked, "So, which style do you want to try?"

"Fine, let's choose," Eileen said, flipping through the album. But then she stopped short. "Are all of these kissing shots?"

The photographer explained with a smile, "That's our specialty. We believe in capturing the sweetness of a couple's kiss, a moment that symbolizes love and longevity."

"Aren't there any without kissing?" Eileen asked, slightly exasperated.

The photographer, who was clearly a spy sent by the show's director, politely shook his head. "Afraid not."

Egbert seemed quite content with the options. "Pick one then."

Eileen flipped through the album frantically, finally settling on an image that was somewhat bearable. "This one," she declared.

Egbert glanced at the photo – a simple shot of the couple sitting on a beach bench, blue sea in the background, their lips touching.

"Perfect," he said.

Eileen quickly closed the troublesome album and handed it to the photographer. "Do we shoot now?"

"We'll have to head to the beach for this outdoor shot," the photographer informed her.

Eileen glanced at the clock. Great, there goes lunch!

An hour later, they arrived at the beach in the studio's van. Since it was a weekday, the beach was deserted.

Egbert changed into his tuxedo inside the van. When he stepped out, the staff were ready to do his makeup.

Eileen enviously eyed Egbert’s sleek pants and sighed. Resigned, she entered the van and began wrestling with her messy dress. Despite a helper's assistance, it took her over twenty minutes to get dressed.

When Eileen emerged from the van, all eyes fell upon the girl in the white gown. She tugged at the off-shoulder neckline, trying to modestly cover her collarbone, and complained again, "This dress is such a hassle."

Then she looked up and met Egbert’s dark gaze.