"We are supposed to be the first one to use the main hall."
"What are you doing here, Bryan?" She frowned instantly upon noticing Bryan standing behind her.
Bryan walked toward the floor-ceiling window with both of his hands shoved inside his pocket.
Actually, his voice is full of bitterness and regrets, but she doesn't care anymore; between them is just history.
This is what in Hailey's mind after Bryan makes such a statement.
Bryan looked at the hall down below. He is keenly watching the cheerful faces of everyone who attends this celebration.
In his mind, his wedding would be merrier than this one. However, that is impossible yet to happen.
Shifting his gaze toward Hailey's beautiful face, Bryan turned around and leaned on the window.
"I just wanted to talk with you properly," he said after a brief moment.
Hailey looked up and studied Bryan's gloomy face. He seems not drunk like last night.
