Avery paused. She already knew it was impossible to escape.
She looked around. There were some dancers she had seen before, including Yuki.
Avery held a white handkerchief, walking in front of the crowds.
"What are you doing?" Avery looked at the dancers in confusion.
"We had prepared a special activity for the bride and bridegroom," Yuki said and then spread a handkerchief which was covered with many lip marks.
Yuki handed the handkerchief to Avery and said, "You need to leave your lip mark on it. If the bridegroom can't recognize which lip mark belongs to you, he has to give you a French kiss."
Avery kept her eyes on the handkerchief but didn't take it over.
"I have never kissed Meyer. He can't recognize my lip mark," thought Avery.
"The handkerchief had been prepared. We are waiting for you," Some dancers urged.
