Waiting for the wedding day was exceptionally torturous.
Viola muddled through the last two days.
On the night before the wedding, Jerry had someone send the wedding dress to the small apartment.
She touched the expensive wedding dress in front of her and felt it was ironic.
This was the first time she had a wedding and the second time she wore a wedding dress.
She originally thought that she would never have the chance to wear it again in her life, but she never thought that this time, she would marry a man she did not love.
"Viola, do you like it? I asked the most famous designer in Portugal to make it in a week. This is the only one in the world." Jerry stood at the door and stared at her quietly.
"What is it?" Viola withdrew her hand that was stroking the wedding gown and sat down beside the bed with a calm expression.