Irish froze.
The light outside the window seemed to grow stronger, splashing into her eyes and opening her box of memories. Vaguely, she recalled a man's face. In the dim light, she could not see him fully, but he was very powerful and supported her. Holding her hand to press her temple, she hesitated. "Was it your cousin who brought me back to the hotel?"
Sarah laughed, "You think it was my cousin? Why? He didn't have time to care about you."
This sentence surprised Irish, and Sarah seemed to continue the conversation, full of grumbles, "You hid your secret so deeply, when did you get married? You didn't even send us invitations? You are so…"
"Wait, Wait, Wait." Finally, Irish interrupted Sarah and swallowed, "Who's married?"
"Please, don't pretend to be single to your friends." Sarah could not help but say. "Last night, everyone saw it, your husband came to pick you up."
"Huh?"
