I! Cleaner!

Although the creator of the drama world is the "King of Drama", the more than three thousand souls that make up the drama world are the real "masters" of the drama world.

Therefore, when more than 70% of the "masters" have finished taking sides and started to cheer for "Mr. Joseph", no matter how hard the [King of Drama] fights, the direction of the entire "Twelve Days Together" is still out of control. The land has undergone tremendous changes.

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"Agatha, you look so beautiful today."

Looking at her daughter, who was wearing a white custom-made wedding dress and sitting in front of the makeup mirror with her head slightly bowed, the graceful middle-aged lady next to Agatha could not help but praise from the bottom of her heart:

"You have always been beautiful since you were a child. Now that you put on this wedding dress, you look like a princess from a fairy tale. I'm afraid there is no one more beautiful than you in the entire kingdom."

The middle-aged lady's praise may come more from her preference for her daughter, but even if she has to be serious about it, this praise still won't seem excessive.

Compared with the previous lively and enthusiastic waitress at the Pier Tavern, who seemed to have endless energy, Agatha, who had changed into a white wedding dress, was so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes away.

For other women, the bright white wedding dress, which would make their skin look dull and require the application of whitening powder, turned out to be an excellent foil when it fell on her body.

The small pieces of skin exposed on the elbows, shoulders and neck of the entire wedding dress appear smooth and white, like a corner of beautiful jade exposed under the white gauze, with a faint smoothness and smoothness visible to the naked eye.

The white gauze cut closer to the body outlines this unforgettable beautiful body with plump yet graceful curves. Coupled with just a thin application of powder, it already makes her look particularly bright and beautiful. , it really looks like a white rose in full bloom. The noble and pure color contains a strong fragrance that makes people unconsciously indulge in it.

The only regret is that this intoxicating white rose is not blooming brilliantly at this moment. The bright and energetic eyes in the past seem to be slightly dim due to the lack of reflections of certain people.

"Mother……"

After gently biting her lips painted with light pink lipstick, Agatha asked softly with a blank look in her eyes:

"I remember you told me when I was a child that you chose your father among many suitors, not because he had the best family background, nor because he had the best potential, but because of love.

Since you did that back then, you even had a falling out with my grandfather in order to marry my father, and you didn’t go back to my grandfather’s house until I was six years old, then why are you interfering in my marriage now and forcing me to marry someone I don’t want to marry? Where is the one you love? "

"I...sigh...just because I have experienced all this, I don't want you to suffer the same hardship as I did..."

After hearing Agatha's question, the middle-aged lady couldn't help but sigh, and then she reached out to hug her daughter, who was so confused and distressed, and whispered with a complicated expression:

"It's good to be married to love, but how long can your love last? Five years? Seven years? Ten years? Although this time is very long, it is too short compared to a human life.

No matter how beautiful the love is, it is just a firework. When the original passion fades, the two of you will grow old. After your youth is gone, you cannot maintain a family with fading love.

There were many good times between your father and I, but as time went by, issues such as concepts, family, communication, region...those problems that were blinded by love were exposed one after another, and there was no end to them. The quarrels and... forget it, today is your good day, let's not talk about it. "

After shaking her head slightly, the middle-aged lady stopped talking, gently grabbed her daughter's shoulders, looked into her confused eyes and said softly:

"Agatha, mother will never harm you. If you really can't accept or understand these words, then choose to believe your mother for the time being and let time give you the answer in the end, okay?"

"..."

"Okay?"

"I...I'll think about it..."

"Okay, then think about it first."

Looking at her daughter who was still stubborn in front of her, the middle-aged lady couldn't help but shook her head, then stood up and held her arm, with distressed but tough eyes:

"But no matter what you think, now that we are here, the marriage must be done.

My good daughter, the husband your father and I have chosen for you is the second son of a large nobleman from another county. Although that child does not have the right to inherit the title, he will have no problem with being wealthy and stable throughout his life.

Your father and I have asked people to inquire carefully. He is not only handsome in appearance, but also very reliable in character. I have not heard of any bad habits. Moreover, like you, he likes astronomy and art, and is good at painting and composing music. If you are very tall and have a deep understanding of astrology, you will definitely get along very well. "

"maybe……"

After hearing her mother's words, Agatha couldn't help but pursed her lips.

If it had been twelve days ago, the marriage partner chosen by her mother was indeed in line with her own wishes, and even matched her hobbies of stars, but now...

Looking down at the tiny diamonds embellished on the arm gauze, which looked like stars, Agatha's mind did not think of the intoxicating starry sky at night on the Ankara beach. Instead, she thought of a certain person under the sky full of fireworks. Walking towards him, his eyes reflected the figure of a galaxy...

"..."

Mother, even if fireworks are really short-lived, the moment they appear in the sky, they are brighter than all the stars in the sky combined. After seeing such gorgeous fireworks, my eyes can no longer accommodate any other light.

Knowing what she wants, Agatha couldn't help biting her lip and glanced outside the dressing room. Two strong men with heads taller than the door frame were guarding outside without leaving. Even when she was talking to her mother, they never relaxed their control over the door.

How can she escape?

Looking at the two guards whose muscles were bulging like bears, Agatha gritted her teeth in anger when she thought of her failed escapes several times. But she really couldn't do anything with these two bears, so she had to pin her last hope on her lover.

Mr. Lyon...you must find it and rush over, otherwise I will be forced to marry... huh? Who is Mr. Lyon?

"Agatha, we should go."

Just when Agatha, played by the princess, was surprised by a name that suddenly popped up, the middle-aged lady looked at the clock in the dressing room, stood up, took her daughter's arm, and said with a smile:

"Come on, I can hear the master of ceremonies calling your name, Agatha, today you will definitely be the most beautiful bride in the whole kingdom."