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.

the same time, she felt aggrieved and uncomfortable because

Why not come inside the banquet hall and have

a man's voice and turned to look at

and handsome features. He gave off the air of a

at her. It was a familiar

that he was dressed very formally. A small red flower was

spoke again, "My

Hoffis," Mila replied

only

"Yes."

very troubled. Is there

turned her head again to look at him. She thought it over for a moment and

Yale nodded.

your best man?"

but I haven't seen General Morrison

maid of honor and best man interaction in the wedding

a Norvanian wedding?

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

"I don't know. This is my first time marrying. Why

to be calm as she