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

figured she'd better get accustomed to it

arm while holding the designer bag he gifted

held her documents, phone, car

Wiltspoon, Julian’s family had immediately provided her with a car to make

told me to dress festively,” Kiera

“Me or

course! You make the

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

few

elders gathered

whispering, “The happier we look together, the more it delights my parents.” Since meeting Kiera, Julian’s parents had been beaming constantly, their happiness almost

a bit embarrassed,”

welcoming to her, treating her with warm smiles and gentle

peers showed her respect, acknowledging her as

had a very positive impression of Julian’s family, she still felt

reassured her, “Don’t be

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