Frederick seemed to circulate his gaze to every corner of the wedding organizer building which was planned to be the place where his daughter got married. He seemed to be squinting his eyes when he saw the slight discrepancy in the details of his wish.
"I don't like old-fashioned styles. Make it extravagant because it's my daughter's wedding," he complained to a woman who served as a guide.
"Would you like something else too, Mr Scholher?"
"As I explained earlier. Do you still not understand?”
If Frederick hadn't been a client, she might have said something bad. Frederick's bad temper and the impression he arbitrarily treats others like subordinates, of course, seems annoying.
A faint smile appeared on the woman's face. Although forced, it looks perfect enough to pretend.
"Is there a
