Ten minutes later, William rushed breathlessly into the empty banquet hall.
William almost lost his balance, grabbed a waiter, and asked with a trembling voice, “Where is everyone in this room?”
The waiter was startled by his expression and stammered:
“The, the bride hasn’t arrived! We also found it strange, the groom hasn’t comé either. And no one of the family and friends‘ seats has arrived!”
“Where are the woman’s relatives and friends?” William asked again, unwilling to give up.
The waiter shook his head firmly: “No, she hasn’t come. But a gentleman did come, said he was a friend of the bride, paid off the deposit, and left…”
William trembled as he dialed Julia’s number, but only heard the message that the phone was switched off.
William lit a cigarette to calm his panic.
But he suddenly caught sight of a row of black luxury bonding cars stretching as far as the eye could see.
The lead bonding car, with the window half–lowered, revealed Julia’s profile, which he had yearned for day and night.
In the lead bonding car, I watched the sea of flowers and red–carpet flash past the window and couldn’t help but curl my lips into a smile.
So, this is what it feels like to be loved, it really is different.
Scripps was standing on the stage waiting for me, impeccably dressed in a suit, gazing me.
And the elders below the stage all had grim faces.
