The Runaway Groom

The bridal suite was decorated in lively fashion with rose petals, ribbons and balloons.

James, however, was frowning as Erin rummaged through everything. "What are you doing?"

It was almost as if she had forgotten that she was a bride that day.

In fact, she did not even turn around to look at her bridegroom as she smiled. “Irene told me that she left a gift here. I want to see what she prepared for me."

"Alright, you keep searching," James said. "I'll take a shower."

Erin waved him off, still facing away from him. “Let's go."

James was speechless—was the gift more important than him? It was as if she did not care about him already.

Walking up to her, he asked, "What, am I less precious than a gift?" Erin looked up, staring at him for almost a minute in shock, leaving James a little embarrassed.

"W-What are you looking at?" James asked, touching his cheek. "What, is there dirt on my face?"

head seriously. "No, but there's

skin is as

could reply, Erin added, "Of course it's the gift. Did you forget what

her life, even waste it! She was not stupid enough to not know how nice it was to

of men might change, but money never betrayed anyone. What was more practical than money in this

he reminded her, "You should remember that Irene isn't as rich as Isaac, and she can't give you so

she told me it's special, so it definitely isn't anything so mundane," Erin

if everything

things turn out

you go look," he got up, before pausing to look at her continuing to rummage through everything. "You

"Oh, right!"

lifted her dress and headed straight to the bedroom. She opened the door to find it all red, as celebratory as it was romantic. It was obvious the people

Erin nodded repeatedly. "Yeah."

grew up in Minerva, but she was a Zidonian at heart, inheriting the country’s culture and tradition in her bones, so the traditional decorations struck her