Summer Ford looked at the two bouquets in her hands, casually placed one by the door, and carried the one Ethan Laurent bought into the church again.
In her view, when entering a place like a church, one bouquet is enough.
The flowers in her hand were hydrangeas, which are most commonly used at weddings, a faint white, a faint blue, with hints of yellow and purple, blending several colors together.
The bouquet was tied with a ribbon, arranged beautifully.
As she walked into the church, Ethan Laurent was standing at the other end of the red carpet, by the altar.
Summer Ford was wearing a beautiful dress today, white, with the bouquet in hand as she walked in. When Ethan turned to look at her, there was a feeling that the two were rehearsing a wedding.
The two of them, one standing at one end of the red carpet, the other at the opposite end.
Ethan's gaze quietly settled on her, admiring how stunning she looked under the lights, his cool lips slightly lifting into a smile.
