At my best friend's wedding, my fiancé announced his engagement to the bride, who was wearing a wedding dress I designed, with his arm around her.
Amid the laughter of the crowd, I knocked over the champagne tower and ran off with the bride's younger sister that very night.
“Your wedding dress is so ugly, big sis,” the little devil said with a grin, licking her ice cream.
Five years later, at the launch party for my same-sex wedding planning company, all my exes showed up to cause a scene.
The queen of finance wrapped an arm around my waist. “The wedding dress my darling designed is none of your business to judge.”
The twin sisters raised their glasses in unison. “President Shen, you still owe us wedding photos. Time to make good on that.”
Then the neighbor's younger sister, quietly drinking in a corner, suddenly flashed a diamond ring.
“You promised to marry me when I turned thirty, big sis. Are you going to break your promise?”
It feels good, and the new book has reached its climax at this point. Looking forward to future exciting content