Vivian had been looking forward to today, the wedding, and being together with John and making ns about the future with him.


    However, Vivian''s first dream was disillusioned.


    She hadn''t seen John for half a year.


    Why couldn''t hee here all of a sudden?


    Vivian''s hand was shaking because of nervousness. Now that her expectation failed, she was greatly shocked and identally knocked over the cup in her hand.


    With a bang, Vivian couldn''t dodge. The brown coffee sshed on the hem of her dress and the back of her shoes, making arge area dirty.


    "Ah!" Vivian screamed and stood up in panic.


    Lisa quickly gave her the tissue, bent down and wiped the hemline of her dress. "Miss Ye, are you hurt?"


    Vivian''s white wool dress was stained with brown coffee, which couldn''t be wiped away at all. Therge stain on it was very annoying to her.


    At first, John didn''te here because of something, and then her dress suffered. Vivian suddenly felt an uncontroble rage.


    Why was everything not smooth?


    Vivian clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, trying not to get angry. Lisa wiped her dress with tissues. The m


    was still shining, but not as obvious as in the darkness.


    But it was also beautiful enough with the lights on.


    The fabrics and fine gauze used in wedding dresses are valuable at first nce, especially theyers of gauze on the outside - they are exceptionally light.


    As long as someone passed by, the hemline of the dress would shake slightly. If one looked carefully, he would find that there were fireflies embroidered with silver threads hidden in the hemline, partly hidden and partly visible.


    Vivian was about to reach out her hand to touch the dress, but Lisa reached out her hand and spun the woman who was lowering her waist ny degrees to face Vivian. Then Lisa also bent down and said, "Miss Ye, I''m sorry. It''s our fault. We took the wrong wedding dress."


    "What?" Vivian''s hand froze in the air, as if a bolt from the blue hit her head.


    "Miss Ye, I''m really sorry. We took the wrong wedding dress. It''s not yours." Lisa lowered her head. No one could see her expression.


    Lisa just felt a little tired. Only Mr. John coulde up with such a mean idea.


    "The wedding dress is not mine?" Vivian was dumbfounded.