Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

"Miss Vivian, this is your wedding dress. Please choose one." Lisa stood beside the floor hanger which was taller than her and kept smiling.

In Vivian's eyes, such a smile was just a mockery.

"A black wedding dress?" Vivian angrily pointed at the row of black in front of her.

At the same time, she found that Lisa's business wear was also black, except for the white shirt inside.

The two men beside Lisa were also in black.

It seemed that Vivian was attending a funeral.

She was going to get married, not to be a widow.

At first, Starry River didn't design for her, then Lisa respectfully called Nina John's wife who was no longer existed, and finally gave her a black wedding dress.

Vivian couldn't stand it anymore. She glared at the three of them and asked, "What do you mean? Who's wearing a black wedding dress?"

Her tone was full of anger and accusation, as if she was going to tear up everyone present in the next second.

There were a man and a woman on the second floor, one in a black suit and the other in a black dress. They were sitting at the table near the entrance of the stairs and playing with their mobile phones with their heads down.

One of them had connected the phone t

omething else."

"Miss Vivian, do you want to try this one first?"

"Or do you want to try the one in my hand first?"

The two men who had been lowering their hat finally spoke. One was on the left and the other was on the right of Vivian.

The two men's voices were very different. The first man's voice was full of energy and his tone was brisk. He was a middle-aged man with a happy family.

The second man's voice sounded a little tired. He was a young white-collar worker who worked overtime and went on a business trip all year round.

Vivian didn't feel anything wrong. She habitually stretched out her right hand first. When she turned around, the young man raised the brim of his hat so that Vivian could see his face clearly.

"You..." Vivian's eyes widened. Her hand stopped in midair and her fingertip trembled.

She withdrew her hand in panic and looked away to hide her panic. She turned to the other side and said, "I... I'll try this first."

The middle-aged man also raised the brim of his hat and said with a smile, "Here you are, Miss Vivian."

Vivian raised her head and saw the man's face clearly. She stepped back several steps as if she had seen a ghost.

How could it be them?