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 refuse and disregarded

you cold outside? Why not come inside the banquet hall and have

heard a man's voice and turned to look

tall and slender, with delicate and handsome features. He gave off the air of

man intensely gazed at her. It was a familiar feeling, making

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

again, "My name is Yale

Mila

surprised. He asked, "Oh, your surname is Hoffis? I only invited one person with that surname. Are you

"Yes."

Is there

him. She thought it over for a moment and asked, "Are you

Yale nodded.

your best man?"

seems so, but I haven't seen General Morrison yet," Yale

a maid of honor and best man interaction in

Norvanian wedding? Without it,

chest. She took a deep breath and forced a stiff smile. She

shrugged. "I don't know. This is my first time marrying. Why are you so concerned

to be calm as she said,