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?"

her head seriously. "No, but there's

skin is as thick as a

added, "Of course it's the gift. Did you forget what Isaac gave me?

life, even waste it! She was not stupid

but money never betrayed anyone. What was more practical than money in this

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

so mundane," Erin replied. "Now go take

was as if everything he said

things turn out unpleasant like this? It

continuing to rummage

"Oh, right!"

the door to find it all red, as celebratory as it was romantic. It was obvious the people who decorated it gave it thorough thought. Just then, James said from outside,

Erin nodded repeatedly. "Yeah."

was a Zidonian at heart, inheriting the country’s culture