Kiki Sutton took out her phone and sent a message to Melody Thorne, telling her that Hans Montrose was saved, but she couldn't go to the hospital now.
"Ding ding," a few notifications sounded from Jared Quinn's computer, Melody Thorne instinctively moved towards it, and on the screen, one by one, designs of women's dresses were being sent over.
All from the hands of famous designers.
"Do you like them?" Jared Quinn props up one arm behind her, "I've already arranged for someone to choose a wedding venue. Leon Rivers was right, every woman dreams of a wedding, so let's have another one and tell everyone we've gotten married, alright? With our child."
"Another wedding?" Melody Thorne stared at the designs on the computer. Like every woman, she indeed looked forward to her own wedding, something Jared Quinn owed her. Why not have it now?
"Okay, but I want to design the wedding attire myself," Melody Thorne proudly raised her chin.
Just a chance to practice.
