Julian typically wore black clothes year-round.

While he did own a few white suits, he rarely wore them.

Today, however, was special.

He and Kiera were getting their marriage certificate, so he chose a white suit to symbolize purity.

Emotionally, Julian was pure—his feelings as pristine as snow.

Kiera admired him and said, “You're not ugly at all.

You look even more handsome than usual.

I rarely see you in a white suit, and now you seem like a fairytale prince—my prince.” Julian smiled warmly, “Yes, I’m your prince, only yours.

And you look amazing in red.

I should've bought a red suit to match.” He was slightly disappointed that he didn't own a red suit.

Kiera blushed a little.

to being called his wife yet since they hadn't collected the

she figured she'd better get accustomed to it

smile, Kiera confidently took Julian's arm while holding the designer bag

her documents, phone, car keys, and other

Wiltspoon, Julian’s family had immediately provided her with

mother told me to dress festively,” Kiera

look great.” “Me or

the dress look good,”

chuckled, “You're hilarious.” The soon-to-be newlyweds headed

his uncles, aunts, and a few of his

saw nearly all the family elders gathered there,

her hand back, whispering, “The happier we look together, the more it delights my parents.” Since meeting Kiera, Julian’s parents

bit

had been nothing but kind and welcoming to her, treating her with warm smiles

her respect, acknowledging her

very positive impression of Julian’s family, she still felt a little shy about displaying affection in front of

reassured her, “Don’t be

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