Studying his expression, I don’t know if he is telling the truth or testing me, so I can only ask again.
“Are you really letting me go? You know how Steven used to…”
I don’t continue, but Frances is smart enough to know what I am going to say.
He smiles and hands me an invitation.
“If you go by yourself, I naturally won’t agree. However, if I go with you, that will be another matter. It would be most appropriate for you to go as Mrs. Louis.”
Opening the invitation, I see Steven and Violet’s names on it.
Since Frances puts it that way, it will be fine if we go together.
However, I wonder if Steven will be happy in his marriage.
“I think there’s something I should give a good thought about,” Frances says while lying on the bed.
I lie in his arms and look up at him.
“What?”
“When will our wedding be held?”
Our … wedding?
Anticipation rises in my heart.
Although this is my second marriage, in fact, I have never had a wedding.
When Andrew and I got married, we only had a simple meal with our relatives. We didn’t even have wedding photos.
When I think about wedding photos, I get excited.
Every woman wants to have beautiful wedding photos once in her life.
“Wedding photos! I want to get our wedding photos taken. And I want lots of them.”
Frances is petrified. After staring at me for two seconds, he bursts into laughter.
“How many are you talking about? I will cooperate until you get sick of it.”
He dotes on me so much that it is almost nauseating.
With him by my side, I feel as happy as they make it.
In fact, the happiness starts to feel surreal.
Truth be told, I am a little uneasy. I have a feeling that this is the calm before the storm.
The time for taking wedding photos is set, and Frances is still hesitant about the wedding day.
I sit at my desk and look at the note. I am not in the mood to work.
Who gave me this note?
Does this person know where my child is?
I have so much doubt, but I don’t know whom to ask.
“Frances, any news of the child?” I can’t help but ask Frances.
He stops working and walks over, looking at me apologetically.
“Jane, I’m sorry. I haven’t found him yet. I don’t know why. I’ve sent people to look for him, but none fits the description of him.”
The news disappoints me.
Who else can I count on if even Frances can’t make any progress?
Can I see my child?
“Frances, do you think we will never find him?” I ask somewhat dispiritedly.
Every time I mention the child, it’s like adding a new cut on my scar.
“Trust me.”
“I will find our child,” he says, leaning over and lightly kissing my lips. I feel less agitated.
I can only comfort myself that nothing else matters as much as my child being alive.
In a flash, it is the first day of the next month.
I go to Steven’s wedding with Frances.
I am surprised to run into Whitney here.