In the dressing room stood four maids. Upon hearing Ernest’s words, they walked up and carefully took down the wedding dress.
Then they said to Florence respectfully, “Ms. Fraser, we’ll help you put it on.”
Florence looked at the wedding dress that needed three maids to hold, and her eyes twinkled.
This was her wedding dress for real.
She sniffed and nodded.
Besides feeling extremely touched, she was also jubilant.
After experiencing so many things, she finally would marry Ernest. Only then did she touch the sense of reality among this dream-like bubble.
Ernest walked out of the cloakroom.
Florence and the four maids were left. They helped her put on the wedding dress.
Sitting on the sofa elegantly, Ernest gazed in the direction where the cloakroom was without a blink.
In fact, he looked a bit nervous.
Phoebe was also waiting for Florence on the other sofa. Looking at the decoration in the room and waiting for Florence to come out in a wedding dress, she couldn’t help feeling envious.
Ernest treated Florence like a princess. He took care of everything, and Florence only needed to be happy and well.
Phoebe envied them so much.
If she and Stanford could be like this…
Thinking of that, Phoebe shook her head helplessly. It couldn’t be possible. Stanford wasn’t like Ernest.
In Phoebe’s opinion, Stanford treated her well, but he couldn’t take care of her as tenderly and carefully as Ernest did for Florence. Stanford was too straightforward and unromantic. Those things wouldn’t even occur to him at all.
However, Stanford had his own advantages.
Thinking about them, Phoebe rubbed her chin playfully. It seemed that she hadn’t known enough of his advantages.
In the beginning, she was obsessed with Stanford’s appearance, so she fell in love with him at first sight. Then, his personality attracted her. He was aloof and overbearing. Phoebe thought that he was so handsome even when he tried to distance himself from her.
Stanford was reasonably competent. He was always calm when dealing with everything, as if all the matters were within his control. He was a born king.
Phoebe liked it when he was stubborn and insisted on the traditions.
However, she didn’t know much what he would look like and behave when he was in love.
At least, compared to the understandings between Florence and Ernest, it was not enough.
Phoebe decided to dig out more and know what kind of man Stanford was.
After waiting for a long while, the door of the cloakroom was opened from the inside.
Ernest and Phoebe turned to look.
Instantly, their eyes lit up.
Phoebe gaped and exclaimed in surprise, “Whoa! You look gorgeous!”
For a moment, she thought she had seen a nymph.
Ernest glinted at Florence with flames.
He focused on her with the heat in his eyes.
Florence blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Looking into Ernest’s eyes, she asked gently, “Do I look good?”
Ernest stared at her in silence.
Then he stood up, strode to her, wrapped her waist, and dragged her into his arms.
Florence was shocked, looking at him in surprise. Before she spoke, Ernest’s thin lips sealed hers.
His kiss attacked her suddenly, just like a storm.
Florence stiffened.
Her face turned red. Her heart hammered so much as if it would pop out from her chest soon.
She didn’t expect that Ernest would kiss her without saying anything.
There were several onlookers.
She felt so shy.
However, he kissed her aggressively and wildly. Florence couldn’t resist at all. It seemed all her strength had been pulled out. She could only nestle in his arms and let him do whatever he wanted.
The four maids were standing behind Florence, pulling open her dress’s long hemline.
Seeing the scene, they smiled and sensibly lowered their heads in silence.
Phoebe remarked in a weak tone, “Holy sh*t! So passionate.”
They suddenly played PDA to her. She was so fed up with it.
She wished to be blind, so she didn’t have to look at them.
However, the scene was too beautiful. It was more enjoyable than some rom-coms.
Phoebe watched them with joy and envy.
Florence was wearing a wedding dress, and Ernest was wearing a suit. They looked as if they were in the wedding ceremony now.
Such a perfect scene!
Thinking of that, Phoebe pulled out her cell phone from her bag and snapped a few shots.
She wanted to record this moment.
After a long while, Ernest finally let go of Florence reluctantly.
His eyes seemed to be burning with desires, and Florence felt like she could be scorched by his gaze.
Her heart kept racing. Her body was limp in Ernest’s embrace.
Biting her lower lip, she whispered coquettishly, “My lipstick is gone.”
Earlier, the four maids put on makeup for her.
Ernest caressed her lips gently.
He said in a magnetic voice that could drive any woman crazy, “You look great in every way.”
He talked sweet to her so naturally. Florence couldn’t resist at all.
She nestled in his arms, despite her shyness and the onlookers.
It seemed that as long as he was there, he would become the focus of her whole world.
“Flory, let’s get married on November 11th,” Ernest said while staring at Florence.
With the pounding heart, Florence looked at him in a daze. She was overwhelmed by the joy.
He had even decided on the wedding date.
She nodded. “Okay.”
Ernest smiled. “Don’t you want to know why I’ve chosen this date?”
“As long as it’s chosen by you, it must be a good day,” answered Florence without any hesitation.
She fully trusted and relied on him.
Looking at her docile expression, Ernest felt heat in his body again. He genuinely wanted to make love to her right now.
Suppressing the relentless desire, he said in a husky voice, “Silly girl. November 11th is my promise to you.”
His promise?
Florence looked at him in confusion.
He said as if he was making a vow, stressing each syllable, “One life, one love, one pair of hearts. I promise you a lifetime of love, for the only love of my life.”
Florence’s heart skipped a beat. His words were like the striking clock that shocked her heart and carved her soul.
The only one in his whole life.
That was the most serious commitment and the most beautiful wish.
With reddened eyes, she stared at him and said in sobs, “Ernest, I want to grow old with you.”