The Wedding Crasher Moment
My fiancé’s childhood friends encouraged him to give me a reality check before our marriage.
So at the engagement party, he suddenly declared in front of everyone: “If I have to get married anyway, marrying anyone is the same.”
Because of that, I became the laughingstock of everyone’s conversations. But I wasn’t angry at all. I even happily handed out wedding invitations to everyone. Because I knew, At the future wedding, someone would crash it to take me away.
That person happened to be one of those childhood friends who had encouraged my fiancé in the first place.
When I went to find Harrison, he was hanging out with his three childhood friends.
“Harrison, you’ve really got skill. One phrase—‘If I have to get married anyway, marrying anyone is the same’—and you’ve got your fiancée wrapped around your finger.”
“Back then, Gwen almost cried.”
Harrison smiled: “It’s all thanks to the three of you coming up with the idea that I had to give her a reality check before the wedding.”
“Brothers do things for your own good, to keep you from being henpecked after marriage.” The others nearby chimed in.
“Exactly. Gwen looks decent, but all her other conditions are way too ordinary.”
“If you don’t teach her a lesson like that, she’ll definitely walk all over you later.”
Harrison accepted all their advice without reservation. He even raised his wine glass and toasted the three of them.
“Thanks to all of you, Gwen is now completely obedient to me…”
I pushed the door open and walked in, interrupting their words. “What are you talking about?”
I smiled sweetly, my eyes sweeping across the faces of those three people.
Harrison looked a bit cold: “What are you doing here?”
“To deliver wedding invitations to the three of them,” I said softly.
As soon as the words left my mouth, The expressions of the three became a bit stiff.
I pretended not to notice, smiling as I took the invitations out of my bag. “You are Harrison’s best brothers; you must come to the wedding to support us.”
Inside the invitations was a photo of Harrison and me looking affectionate in our wedding shoot. Everyone looked at it calmly on the surface.
“Also, regarding the wedding bouquet…” I turned to consult Harrison.
But he was somewhat impatient. “Just decide it yourself.”
“Really? Then I’ll use all the flowers I like, hubby.”
Harrison was stunned for a moment: “What did you just call me?”
“Hubby. We’re already engaged, so it’s time to change how I address you.” My smile was sweet, my eyes full of anticipation for the wedding.
“And also, I want to thank you.”
“Th—thank me for what?”
“In planning this wedding, you gave me complete freedom. I’m so excited to step into the hall of marriage with you.”
Harrison’s face turned red. Even the dim light couldn’t hide the flush.
“Alright, I’ll leave first so I don’t disturb your gathering. Hubby, cherish your final days of being single.”
I walked out of the private room with light footsteps. Harrison was still immersed in those calls of “hubby.” He was completely unaware that Three greasy gazes were tightly stuck to my back.
Harrison has three childhood friends: Drake, an F1 racer. Julian, a popular singer. Fabian, an artist.
Each of them has a strong family background and good looks. Just as they said: How could an ordinary girl like me dare to dream of marrying Harrison?
After closing the door to the private room, I actually didn’t walk far. When they finished their gathering, I went over to the trash can and saw a recently discarded photo.
It was our wedding photo from the invitation. It had been violently torn off, leaving only Harrison’s half. Harrison’s face was crumpled up.
However, what they didn’t know was That I had custom-designed those three invitations individually. Each person received a different one.
Just from the torn section, I could tell who threw the photo away.
Julian, oh Julian.
I looked up. On the big screen of the shopping mall across the street, Julian’s new commercial was playing on loop. Fair skin, handsome features.
Will the person who crashes the wedding be him?