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?"

seriously. "No, but there's something

is as thick as a

James could reply, Erin added, "Of course it's the gift. Did you forget what Isaac gave me? That's worth more

all that money for the rest of her life, even waste it! She was not stupid enough

never betrayed anyone. What was more practical

her, "You should remember that Irene isn't as rich as

told me it's special, so it definitely isn't anything so mundane," Erin replied. "Now

was as if everything he

first night, so how did things turn out unpleasant like this? It was

at her continuing to rummage through

"Oh, right!"

opened the door to find it all red, as celebratory as it was romantic. It was obvious

Erin nodded repeatedly. "Yeah."

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