"Mister, please, will you marry me?" Anne asked a man she saw entering the restroom of the wedding venue. 'He must be one of the guests,' she thought.
Anne was taken aback by the coldness he was exuding when he turned to face her. His eyes held so much darkness that she flinched. All her senses woke up, ringing bells in her mind to walk away...but to where? She had been searching for a groom for a long time already and couldn't even find a janitor, let alone a waiter, so where else would she see a husband? The auspicious time was already passing.
He assessed the withered girl in front of him.
Anne stepped out of the passage room in her wedding dress, her hair still disheveled from the chaotic events of the day. The delicate lace of her gown was slightly torn and her veil was askew, but
