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EIGHT

After a chaotic and harrowing blessing ceremony at the most historic church in Paris, we ended up in a limousine in a thick silence. The wind from the air conditioner was blowing very loudly between us who hadn't said anything since leaving the Notre-Dame Cathedral. Kane sat beside me nervously, his hands actively moving to scratch his itchy skin. But if the itching goes away for a moment, he'll put his hands on his lap and just sit still like a statue next to me. There is a ring on his finger. I then glanced at mine, it looked just as beautiful as his. But I'm still upset about what happened today. The expensive dress I was wearing had turned into a worthless pile of cloth in an instant. The soft satin was torn on all sides, especially at the tail of the dress which hung down at my feet because that was where the most of the trampled on.

"You don't want to say something? Apologize to me maybe," I huffed.

"Why am I apologizing to you? Not my fault."

He still

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