Rehearsal

“Mmmmmmm… I… aahhh… It's so beautiful…” Ezra clenched her fists with enthusiasm and joy at seeing her figure in the mirror. The white dress that was so luxurious and beautiful fit her body perfectly. Her lips curled up sweetly, and she turned around.

Ezekiel was sitting on the sofa behind her, staring at her while massaging his temples.

When Ezra turned to him, her long hair tied in a ponytail parted forward.

She put her hands on her hips. “You have something to say, Your Highness?”

Ezra's question made Ezekiel furrow his brows. The woman said she wanted to meet him in her room, but when he entered, the boutique staff had already filled the woman's room. Apparently, the fitting of Ezra's wedding dress had been completed.

"The dress looks beautiful," said Ezekiel flatly, giving up.

Instantly, a row of white teeth in Ezra's smile appeared. She squealed with enthusiasm. Then, she jumped up and down like a little girl.