It was early in the morning. Qingchen and Qian Meng were separated after breakfast and all the things necessary for dressing up were taken to the cabins on either side.
Mo Qingchen stood in front of the mirror and put on the suspenders, feeling a bubble of anxiety as the cameras focused on him. He looked at it and heard the cameraman chuckle.
"Mr. Mo, don't be conscious. Dress as you normally would," he said.
Qingchen couldn't help but grumble. Even Qian Meng didn't make him wear suspenders. Moreover, she was much better at dressing him up than he could ever be.
As he slid the tie off the hanger and whipped it around his neck, he really wished that she was here to help him with it.
Despite his thoughts, he swiftly tied the knot and settled it centrally. He looked up at the mirror, adjusted his cuffs, and then glanced away.
The time on the clock showed that he was getting married in an hour.
