Diarmuid took her hand and pulled her into his arms then.
“I would have shown you so much earlier if I knew.”
Abigail wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling, “It’s not too late.
After all, they were still young, and had all the time they needed.
Diarmuid smiled and gave her a peck on the cheek.
“Does that mean I owe you one?”
“What do you mean, one?” Abigail said as she rested her cheek on his shoulder.
“Make up for it for the rest of your life!”
Looking up at the lights on the ceiling with its circles of halation, she said, “Be good to me from now on.”
Diarmuid grinned.
“What would you do if I’m not?”
Abigail thought about it.
“I will make you wish you were dead.”
“Are you going to torment me?” he asked.
“yep!”
Abigail smiled.
“Don’t you think I can do it?”
Diarmuid was convinced anyway.
“I won’t give you the chance though.”
“Let’s check if Tommy is sleeping yet.”
Abigail pulled him along then.
Diarmuid followed her to Tommy’s room, where Tommy, who just bathed, was playing in his bed.
As Abigail sat on Tommy’s bed, he threw himself into her arms.
Even as she held him, she showed him the silver crucifix.
“Do you like this?”
Tommy blinked his large round eyes, staring blankly since he was unsure what it was.
Abigail helped her put it around his neck, hoping that her grandfather’s expectations would be passed down to Tommy, who in turn would pass it down to his own children.
It was late, so Diarmuid soon took her back to their room to sleep.
Abigail was still sleeping like a log the next day when someone dragged her off the bed by force.
“What the hell?!”
She rubbed her eyes, and was stunned to see the person standing beside her bed! “What are you doing here?!”
Ricky Bernstein told her, “Waking you is my job.”
Abigail frowned, speechless.
Ricky had come the other day, apologizing for letting his anger get to him.
He said that he should have taken her job offer and was willing to take it if he was given a second chance…
But it turned out that this is his job? Amused, Abigail said, “Diarmuid arranged for this? Waking me is your job now?”
“Mr.Althoff also asked me to take you to the wedding hall.The decorations are mostly in place, so you may see if it’s to your liking.Also, your schedule for the day is adjustable—I merely decided on my own to wake you at this hour, though that’s more your fault for being a sleepyhead.”
Abigail gave him a look.
“Mr.Althoff…?”
“He’s my boss from now on, so that’s how I’m supposed to address him,” Ricky said.
“I’d rather not be given privilege or look like I got the job through my connections, since people would doubt my ability.Either way, this will be the start of my illustrious career.”
Abigail thought she should review her opinion of him just then.”
Well, understanding that means you’re all grown up now.”
Ricky rolled his eyes.
“I’m already an adult.Now, get up—I’ll be waiting downstairs.”
“Got it.”
Abigail stretched, and washed up before heading downstairs.
When Mrs.Watson saw him, she said, “I tried to stop him.”
“It’s fine,” Abigail said.
“I should be getting up anyway.”
She simply had a couple mouthfuls of food before heading out with Ricky, who was driving.
They arrived at Globe Tower, a landmark of Cloud City and the venue of the wedding, in half an hour.
Ricky stopped the car at the entrance and threw the keys to the valet to park the car in the basement, since they were not supposed to park above ground.
They also had to avoid congestion on the day of the wedding.
Diarmuid also mentioned that there would be press coverage, as he agreed to let one media company exclusive publicity.
As she headed into the wedding hall with Ricky in tow, she was left stupefied by the sight before her.
There had to be 200 tables, accommodating up to 2,000 people.
The main color theme was also an elegant milky white, and there was an exquisite yet serene air about the place like one would expect from a chick flick Soon, a foreigner approached them, but he greeted her in fluent Zidonian with a smile.
“Ms.Bernstein, I presume?”
Abigail nodded.
The man was notified previously that Abigail would come to check on the venue, and he gestured for someone to turn on the lights.
The radiance did not brighten the hall, but instead left it dimmer— the warm yellow and orange red lights had been arranged at the perfect spot to give the hall a mystical glow.
There was also the faint scent of flowers in the air that reached the nostrils directly, and one could envision themselves lying in a flowerbed if they closed their eyes.
“I can still adjust anything you find dissatisfactory,” the foreigner said just then.
Abigail waved him off.
“No.I think this is perfect.”
The wedding planner smiled in turn, feeling pride toward his one talent.
Abigail was certainly content after a tour.
“We can go now, Ricky.”
Ricky seemed to like it too.
“I would like to marry Lulu ina wedding like this too.”
Abigail stopped in her tracks and wheeled on Ricky.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” Ricky said.
“Let’s go.”
But Abigail thought she clearly heard him mentioning Lulu…She sighed inwardly, but she could not meddle in the relationship of others.
Still, they noticed a lot of people at the entrance when they arrived there.
“Journalists,”
Ricky muttered.
Abigail frowned, but before she could wonder why there were so many of them gathered here, someone shouted, “I think they’re going to jump!”
Abigail quickly stepped outside and looked above.
There it was—a silhouette! They were too far for them to see their face, and for some reason, they were not standing at the top, but at around a third of Globe Tower’s height.
“Who is it? Are they trying to jinx us?”
Ricky growled in displeasure.
Abigail had a bad feeling about this, however—someone was trying to jump, but the first to arrive were journalists and not firefighters.
Someone was clearly up to no good.She turned and headed inside again!
“Let’s go upstairs, Ricky.”
Ricky could not quite keep up, but he was already following Abigail despite his confusion.
“What are we going to do?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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