Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Natalie looked dazzling in her bridesmaid gown. Her white dress draped her figure delicately as the train of her gown swished with elegance. It looked almost exactly like an actual wedding gown, save for the fact that it was missing a bridal veil.

Shane could imagine just how perfect and gorgeous she would be when she dons a wedding gown.

Natalie could feel a scorching gaze boring holes into her. She cocked her head and looked up cautiously towards the crowd, only to meet Shane’s unwavering set of eyes.

Under his intent gaze, a hint of embarrassment made its way to her face. She hastily shot a brief smile at him and turned away her head, avoiding his gaze.

Young ladies at the wedding swarmed forward in no time, each eager to catch the bouquet from the bride.

Natalie sat at her place, looking at the exhilarated guests with a composed smile on her face.

“Not interested?” Stanley came over.

“Nah, I’ll pass. I don’t think I’ll get it anyway,” Natalie replied, shaking her head slightly.

Stanley looked at the mass of girls encircling the bride and shook his head in resignation. “I’d definitely go over if men were allowed to participate, then you’ll be the next lucky girl to get married,” he paused, giving her a once-over as he adjusted the frame of the spectacles sitting atop his nose bridge. His eyes sparkled as he continued, “Speaking of which, you really do look like a bride today.”

“Really?” Natalie raised her brows, looking down at her dress.

do.” Stanley nodded and smiled

compliment. Before she could begin to thank him, however, the crowd roared in excitement, and the pair shifted their gaze to scan

flew past them and dropped right into one

when the

by the scene that had just

have expected that the bouquet

stoned Shane appeared, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter. She tried her best to keep it in, but she couldn’t hide her glee

loud and broke the awkward silence

should toss the bouquet again, Shane strode

a pathway for him as he walked towards Natalie with an

up to her, ignored her look of confusion, and pushed the flowers toward

froze on her lips as she looked at him with

Shane

hands. “I don’t know any of the ladies

and

senses and called out from behind, “Thank you, Mr.

Shane’s lips as he walked

out like this. Somehow, the bouquet still came to her, although she did not want it. She fondled