Marrying the Man in the Dark

Beckham prepared a new dress for Cherise to match her hair. Hesitant, she slipped into the white dress, feeling strangely self–conscious. Playing with the puffy sleeves, she asked, “Do you think… I look strange or awkward in this dress?”

At sixteen or seventeen, Cherise wouldn’t have dared to dream of owning a dress like this. Back then, living with her hardworking uncle and aunt in the countryside, she was sensible enough to know that expensive clothes were a luxury they couldn’t afford.

Now, her financial situation had changed, but…well, her age hadn’t. Staring at her reflection, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place.

“Mommy, you look so beautiful! Just like me!” Beside her, Serafina, wearing a children’s version of the same dress, beamed.

Mother and daughter, both in white dresses and pigtails, looked exactly alike, with one being a miniature version of the other.

Damien burst into laughter, unable to contain himself. Cherise, playfully pouting, glanced down at her outfit. “Do I look like a clown?”

fool. “Nah, just… happy,” he admitted, squeezing her hand. “Seeing you in that

You had the biggest, roundest eyes that blinked at

woman, but somewhere along the way, something had changed. Seeing her in the dress and hairstyle that Beckham had chosen,

chair. “Hey, it’s dinnertime! And you lovebirds, can the secret talk wait until

an eyebrow. “Cartoon City?”

ones after the wedding. Gotta keep those promises, you

Soren and Serafina. “Do you mind if Mommy and I

her hands in

if she says so, I guess I’ll allow

everyone for their Cartoon City adventure. However, Cherise felt