''What if I told you that your bride-to-be has somehow ran away?'' Dimitri appears from the door, his hand gripping tightly onto his phone as he looks at me with slight worry—causing my eyes to wander across his face in search for lies.
Just as I'm about to speak up, he has already burst out into laughters before entering the room and closing the door behind him. ''You, nugget. You should've seen the look on your face. Can we do that again because I need to record it?'' He raises his jet black phone up with a wide grin plastered on his face, clearly enjoying my reaction.
''That was not funny,'' I reply as I turn to look at the mirror again, fixing my tie. ''In fact, you shouldn't joke around with things like that. What if my mother heard you?'' I question before I start to take a few steps away from the mirror, eyeing down my suit; wanting myself to look very attractive and mouth-watering on my wedding day.
He rolls his eyes, ''Diana and apparently, most of the XX chromosomes in your family are with Kenna.'' He continues to speak as his lips curve up into a smile, ''I also heard that she's very beautiful today. I'm not sure if you'll be able to stand up straight when you see her,''
''Who?'' I ask, continuing to eye myself in the mirror before turning to look at him.