As Karina expected to coax a bit more out of Wilfred through the cracked door, he suddenly teamed up with his groomsmen, and together they pushed hard, forcing their way inside.

Even though it hadn't been long since they last saw each other, seeing him now in this setting felt completely different.

Dressed to the nines, holding a bouquet, and surrounded by a crowd cheering him on, Wilfred took one step at a time toward her. Karina's heart began to race.

Yvette stepped forward, blocking Wilfred's path with a playful smirk. "You think you can take our Karina this easily? Not a chance!"

With a snap of her fingers, the bridesmaids joined her, speaking in unison, "After you're married, who controls the finances?"

Wilfred glanced at Karina and confidently replied, "My wife does!"

The bridesmaids continued, "And who gets the final say at home?"

"Her, of course!"

Laughter filled the room, but the questions kept coming.

"Who's doing the housework?"

"I will!"

went on, with Wilfred answering question after question

of questions, Yvette beamed and announced, "Congratulations!

only to block him again. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she said, "But words alone aren't enough. What if you go back on your promises? We need

long table from nowhere. On it sat a stack of

promises, leaving a blank space

his hand, pressing it into the red ink and then onto the papers, one after another. Their speed left Wilfred no time to

final sheet, something seemed

second-what's this?"

the pressure on his

fist as he turned

it?"

Yvette chuckled before speaking

What do you all

Wilfred's own groomsmen turned

hand to

*

in the bridal suite, it felt like it

wedding ceremony, Karina thought they might have ended up tearing

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