My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The engagement ceremony was taken place at the hanging garden the next day, the highest part of the Ophelia Hotel which appeared to be the most deluxe hotel in City N. It was said that no more than ten people in the city had the privilege to invite guests to the hanging garden.

Florence was putting on a long white dress embroidered with gems and she was wearing a delicate makeup. She was so beautiful that she looked like a fairy which had accidentally gotten into the human world. As she walked into the main hall of the hotel and was heading towards the lift, she caught a glimpse of a wedding poster at the side. It was a wedding photo of a man and a woman, who also happened to be the two people she was most familiar with in her life: her ex-boyfriend and her enemy at university for four years.

She did not expect them to actually get married today, even at the same hotel as hers…Her face went slightly pale and she felt heavy-hearted. There was some kind of irony in it. “Florence, what are you doing here?” A woman’s criticizing tone of voice suddenly rang at the hall. She then saw Isabel Hopkins who was wearing a white wedding gown walking towards her in rage in the next moment whereas Grayson Russell who was the groom was following behind her, all dressed up in black suit and leather shoes. He looked at her with a mixed expression and his lips tightly pursed.

Florence stared at both of them and those memories of their betrayal and harming popped out once again, making her somber. Isabel approached her and her look turned gloomier when she saw her gown. “You still don’t want to give up Grayson? Grayson’s broken up with you, why are you still bold enough to come here?” Her voice was loud and full of humiliation, attracting the bystanders’ attentions at once.

behind her back. Florence looked at both of

wedding or engagement ceremony.” Isabel’s tone of voice was full of contempt as if she was looking

banquets at the hotel today which were the Hawkins’ engagement banquet and the Russell’s wedding. To Isabel’s eyes, not to mention being engaged with Ernest Hawkins, Florence was not even eligible to join the Hawkins’ engagement banquet. Isabel’s

fiancée, yet she could not say that in this situation, because no one would believe her. “See, you’re speechless. You are here to seduce Grayson, Florence!” Isabel pointed at her nose with fury. “I’ve gotten married with Grayson and you still want to bother him. Do you still

stare towards her. He then spoke softly, “Go home, stop messing around. We’re already done.” His seemingly consoling and advising tone of voice had dealt a fatal blow to Florence’s pride. With her muscles tightened, Florence was burning with rage. With what could these people

stupefied with an incredulous look. Isabel followed his

tuxedo he was wearing had lined his body figure flawlessly. His eyes fell on Florence and he waved at her. “Come here.” Florence stared at the man in a daze and her heart was racing. She