**Snow’s POV**
Marcus visited our home again, just as he always does. As usual, he brought me flowers something he never fails to do every time he drops by. Meanwhile, I was being extra affectionate with my fiancé as we watched TV in the living room, simply clinging to his arm with my head resting against his shoulder. He had been busy with work and managing his business, even though our wedding was fast approaching. But I didn’t mind at all. He was a hardworking man, and I admired that about him. Aside from his business, he was also set to produce a movie project this year.
"By the way, I have something for you," Marcus suddenly said, causing me to slightly pull away from my fiancé.
“What’s this for?” I asked Marcus, my gaze dropping to the elegant invitation card he handed me.
"It's
