The Wrong Woman

"They might play Truth or Dare, or play a game of passing the floral wreath... Wow, I'm really excited. It's making me not even want to watch the bride and groom interact. I just want to skip ahead to the best man's part."

Feeling down, Mila slowly stood up and left her seat.

She couldn't bear to listen any longer. If she did, she would probably feel extremely uncomfortable.

She wasn't very familiar with the Norvanian's customs. She believed registering for marriage had already made it a formal marital relationship.

Little did she know, registering for marriage was just like getting engaged, providing a guarantee that neither party would easily back out.

While the law recognized the registration, the people only acknowledged it after the wedding ceremony.

She and Nathan didn't have a wedding, so in everyone's eyes, he wasn't married.

In everyone's view, the best man and maid of honor must be single. They were expected to participate in many flirtatious interactive games to liven up the wedding atmosphere.

Watching Cole and Phoebe being affectionate and close, Mila didn't want to interrupt them. Her grandfather was busy socializing with a group of politicians, too. As for the others, she didn't know them. The banquet hadn't officially begun, so she idly walked out of the hall.

There was a beautiful large garden outside. Feeling gloomy, Mila stood by the corridor but wasn't interested in enjoying the lush greenery in front of her.

She comforted herself. She thought that Donald probably arranged for Nathan to be the best man, so it was unavoidable.

she felt aggrieved and uncomfortable because Nathan didn't know how to

not come inside the banquet hall and have

heard a man's voice and turned to

gave

gazed at her. It was a familiar feeling, making her feel

flower was pinned in his suit jacket pocket-a unique symbol of

a few seconds before the man spoke again, "My name

Hoffis," Mila

Hoffis? I only invited one person with that surname. Are you Mr. Hoffis

"Yes."

troubled. Is there something bothering

thought it over for

Yale nodded.

Morrison your best

but I haven't seen

there a maid of honor and

necessary part of a Norvanian wedding? Without it, the wedding wouldn't

her chest. She took a deep breath and forced a stiff smile. She asked curiously," Are

first time marrying. Why are you so concerned about it? Do you like General

She pretended to be calm as she said, "Who