Lily pushed both of them in front of the mirror. Isher was half a head taller than Daisy, who was wearing high heels. He stood behind her and, as if possessed, reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his arms and standing with her, head to head. This was a completely subconscious action. Since he had accompanied the bride to try on her wedding dress, they had to take a picture together, right?
Capitalizing on the moment, Lily chimed in, "Happy with the look? It's early still. How about some impromptu wedding shots?" Isher was about to agree reflexively when Daisy discreetly intervened, pinching a tender spot on his wrist and twisting it sharply, a silent warning.
Isher groaned, his face, which had been full of infatuation, suddenly turned into pain, his face flushe
