Pulling out his car in front of the mentioned wedding hall, he fixed his bow slightly, to make himself at least look decent even though he was here merely for the catering service his family provides and the groom invited him. He didn’t want to be here either if he could choose, after all he certainly didn’t have a great past with the groom. Xi Luhan is just another spoiled brat, what makes him more annoying than he sounds is that he’s so spoiled that he began to disrespect others and once he got himself into trouble, he would call his men to help him and that’s the one thing that he laughed about because surely, this guy is just merely a weak man with men as his bodyguards. He stepped out from his car, signalling his workers to bring out the foods and to arrange them before he went into the ·hall, observing the almost empty place quietly as he wait for his workers to arrange the foods - he wandered around the hall, giving light smiles once in awhile as he bumps into several workers here and there.·
Before he knew it, he had reached the backstage area where there were many rooms down the hall but only one door closed. Turning on his heels, he surely didn’t want to seek for any trouble for being here, but the sniffling sound from the closed door stopped him. His curiosity was piqued and for a moment, his mind debated whether he should knock on the door or just leave as he was sure it’s none of his business but his curiosity got the best of him - and next thing he knew, he was already pushing the door open before his mind finishes debating. There sat a young and beautiful-looking woman, whom he assume to be his bride since she was wearing a lace wedding dress that hugged her curves perfectly with her makeup all done ( although her mascara were slightly smudged ) and bouquet of flowers on her hands.·“W-who are you?” she stuttered, speaking in broken Chinese - her brown orbs staring at him in fear. She totally looked like a lost puppy for the moment. “So I’m assuming you’re the bride,” instead of answering, he closed the door behind him quietly before walking over to sit beside the woman.·“Don’t worry, I’m not one of your husband-to-be’s men.” he assured, but the woman seemed not to understand what he was saying. She probably didn’t even understand Chinese, he clicked on his tongue before deciding to re-explain with gestures.·
“I’m sorry, I can’t understand your language well - I’m Korean” she speaks slowly, again in broken Chinese, but he managed to catch a few words, and the fact that she was a Korean. “It’s okay, so why were you crying before? wanna talk about it?” he spoke, again with his body language still, he was sure that he looked like some fool at the moment, even the young woman seemed to be amused at his gesture as she cracked a light smile.·
— ✿ “You look beautiful, Stephanie.” Indeed, she did look beautiful. The way her long tresses tumbled over her shoulders, its soft curls creating a wave of its own golden sunrise against the barely lit room, the way her lips softened into blossomed rubies as the lavished lipstick grazed her nude lips, the way her cobalt-black lashes curved upwards, tickling her lilac eyelids upon every blink of her eyes, and the way her long-awaited dress immaculately embraced her petite frame, holding her structures within every sharp and soft curves. Every physical aspect on the young woman deemed beauty and perfection and yet, she, herself did not feel beautiful. For months now, a stone had been nesting upon her heart. Today was the day where her, supposedly, “best day of a woman’s life” ends up coinciding with her worst. It was a matter of talent of the soul to discover the underlying joy among the ill-fated pain she had been unfortunately endowed with. Stephanie was one to be optimistic about nearly anything appointed to her. However, the mere thought of spending the rest of her life with her, no other, childhood friend, only made her feel sick to her stomach. True love was a joint experience between two people. Both sides must feel butterflies within the mere presence of their beloved other. But that has never been the case with Stephanie. It never has, nor it ever will. Not with Xi Luhan.
She felt uncomfortable around the few ladies that had been tugging, plucking, altering, and playing around with her appearance for her wedding day. Her wedding day that she had absolutely no say in. She didn’t want to disappoint her parents, but it was against all scientific reasoning for two people with different characters, different upbringings, and different likings to suddenly find themselves committed to living together, sleeping together, and sharing two destinies that perhaps were fated to go in opposite directions. He loved her. She saw it in his eyes. But what was most unsettling was the fact that she could not return his devoted gaze. She gave Luhan’s workers a few bows of feigned gratitude as they begin to exit the room, offering the bride a moment to collect herself. She glanced at her own reflection, capturing every moment as her tears began to greet her rosy cheeks. Finally giving in, she presses her hands into her palms, wiping away the hours of hard work that was placed upon her pale visage. She didn’t want to get married. No. That wasn't not it. She didn’t want to get married with him.It was to no one’s surprise when her sniffles and whimpers had managed to lure someone inside the room. But even so, she jumps from her seat at the sight of an unfamiliar figure.
Hesitantly, but surely, she smiles. It was a genuine smile that crept along the soft curves of her lips. It had been too long since she last felt her twinkling eyes mimic her lips' small crescents and the fact that a stranger was the only one who was able to instill a sense of comfort upon her dismay, bared her desperation. She tried her best to comprehend his overly dramatic gestures as a series of laughter bubbled from her throat. He’s cute. She shook away the brief thought as her hapless reality forced her to reach back out to her senses. She took his presence as fate, and she was in no way of letting him slip through her fingers. He can help her.·“You.. Hmm.. Err--You help me?” Her brows furrowed together as she gathered the few mandarin words she knew to form what she was able to work with. She points towards the slender finger that would soon have a diamond ring wrapped around it and she then shakes her head in disapproval. “I don’t-- Hm. I don’t like here. I don’t love him. Please.. Help me.”·
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