I found myself alone on the bed after Freya sent me to the decorated wedding room.
Bored, I scanned the room and was impressed by the thoughtfulness and effort behind the props. Everything in the room, from the candles to the closet, were all the aesthetic creations of the ancients. The candlelight flickered as if they knew the joy surrounding the day and were celebrating with us.
Within me, I was experiencing the nervousness of a wedding day.
A short while later, a loud male voice recited the wedding book, "The Reid Group has a daughter who is gentle and virtuous, quiet and reserved at the same time - a true extraordinaire. I'm grateful for the care of the heavens and earth and the mercy of God. I'm going to marry her now, and I hope that from now on, we will love each other and stay together despite whatever hardships we may encounter. With this, I ask for your hand in marriage."
"Miss, please get ready..."
Then, the door opened and a staff dressed as a maid entered the room.
"Miss, it's time to go."
"Alright."
While answering in a whisper, I took a deep breath to quell the tension in my chest. As I got up and lifted my feet, I walked along the red carpet with the help of the maid to the end of it, where crowds of thousands of people were watching.
A sense of nervousness and unease could be felt with every step I took.
When I finally came face to face with the male model, both the maid and the flower boy had left me as we walked towards each other.
The model's figure could indeed be described as the ideal male body; the monotonous scarlet robe appeared stunning on him. In a flat-winged hat and steady footsteps, he seemed like a character straight out of a painting.
Although he wore a mask, the crowd buzzed and burst into an uproar. I couldn't imagine what would happen once he revealed his face.
Wearing the mask was the wise thing to do. If Hendrix were to know that I had such a grand wedding with a dashing man, jealousy would kick in.
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