Forced to be honest by her mother

At 9 PM, San Diego...

Angelica sat leaning against Charlie's chest, precisely on the upper floor terrace of the mansion, gazing at the fairly bright sky with a shining moon and a few twinkling stars. Occasionally, a gentle breeze blew, making her feel cold, but Charlie immediately embraced her from behind.

"Are you thinking about the wedding party at the hotel?" Charlie asked while stroking Angelica's hair from above.

"Why are you asking that?" Angelica replied in turn.

"Because in the previous days, you were so enthusiastic about the wedding party... Honestly, I feel guilty for not telling you that we're only going to participate in the morning part of the wedding," Charlie explained anxiously, then kissed Angelica's forehead. "The memory of when I dragged you out of the church come back to haunt me... I feel so bad now," he continued.