"Oh, we're a family."
One of the women holding the wedding dress said, looking at Catherine smile can be bowed, even in the eyes are showing a burst of envy.
"Oh." Catherine had a moment of loss and couldn't help but sigh out, "I thought you were the one who picked it out for me all over again."
The woman was still a little confused when she first saw the change in Catherine's expression, but when she heard what she said, she understood at once: so she was the one who misunderstood.
"Miss, I think you may have misunderstood your husband, er, fiancé."
"Hmm?"
Catherine looked at her suspiciously, how did I misunderstand?
"Although we are a store, but we that store is specialized in designing wedding dresses for others, these pieces are unique in the world as your fiancé gave the request and the first-line British designer Pete designed them specially for you."
Catherine couldn't help but be a little surprised, thinking that Darren didn't just care about her, he was simply too attached to her.
Catherine lowered her head somewhat shyly, ran to the woman, took the wedding dress from her and walked towards the inner room.
Darren so innocent ah, so good to me, I even misunderstood him, oops, I really, nothing blindly think what ah, how, make a joke it.
Catherine closed the door to her room, inwardly condemning herself gently.
Hum, anyway, she usually did not bully me, misunderstanding him, it is not much.
Catherine thought then removed a dress, ran to the mirror to put the wedding dress in front of their own body than, it really fits.
"Where is she?"
Darren also walked into the checkroom at this time and said towards some women standing in the doorway holding their wedding dresses.
"O, the lady is changing her clothes inside."
"Oh?" Darren's mouth hooked up into an evil smile at this point, then said, "Well, put the wedding dress out there, and you guys go down."
Those who heard, although some uncertainty, but still obediently do, know a few people out, Darren then said to himself: "Of course, I am the husband to be a staff."
The door to the inner checkroom was quietly pushed open, and Catherine admired her figure, oblivious to this.
"Well, not bad, not bad, Catherine, you're a real beauty."
Catherine in front of the mirror to lift the hips and chest, looking at the mirror twist around themselves simply can not stop.
Suddenly, Catherine spots a pair of shiny black leather shoes in the mirror that don't belong to her. Startled, she jerks back only to see Darren with a wicked grin on his face.
She violently pulled a long piece of cloth from a side hanger and wrapped herself up.
Then Catherine panicked as a small rabbit that could not find a home backwards and forwards, there was a sudden sense of foreboding in her mind.
Darren didn't know what to say to Catherine's reaction, a little cheerful and a little helpless.
He had always liked Catherine's shy look, but he equally expected Catherine to accept herself and cooperate with him.
"You have to remember that we are husband and wife."
Darren spoke in waves, looking into Catherine's eyes with deep emotion.
Darren reached out and pulled the retreating Catherine into his arms in a domineering manner, and then held her tightly, not giving Catherine any room to retreat.
We are a couple?
Of course I know, but, but how much of it is true and how much is not?
Catherine still did not spare any effort to resist, in fact, she did not understand why she resisted, obviously deep inside she had already unknowingly buried Darren's love seed deeply.
Darren a strong hand dead choke Darren's neck, two hawk-like eyes stared at Catherine's eyes, as if to see through Catherine, know what she was thinking inside.
"Be good, I'm just helping you keep your promise."
Catherine shuddered violently as if she had been electrocuted.
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