Samantha's eyes were big and bright, like the most beautiful and vibrant star in the night sky. Those eyes were once his favorite part of her.
His heart often skipped a beat when he saw those jovial, crafty, and sparkling eyes.
Timothy became somewhat entranced.
His Adam's apple moved up and down in his throat and he spoke. "I'm making up for the wedding because..."
'…I wanted to make it up to you and start over with you.' Those were very simple words, but it was a little bit difficult for him to say.
Timothy pursed his thin lips before finally continuing his sentence, but the words that came out were, "…we've publicized our marriage to the public. It's only natural that we have to hold this long-overdue wedding. That would stop any paparazzi from making up stories."
Following his words, Samantha's frantic heartbeat reverted little by little to calmness.
Sure enough, it was not the answer she had been expecting.
