"Not up yet?"
Isabella chuckled, "Even my pigs are still sleeping, let alone the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Geoffrey."
Christine smiled sheepishly.
Just then, a gentle voice came through, "I've already started choosing. The designer said they'd bring a few ready-made wedding dresses for me to see this afternoon. I'll choose today... Don't worry, the designer assured me they can have it ready before our wedding."
Christine and Isabella simultaneously turned their gaze toward the source of the voice.
They saw Becca linking arms with Howard Geoffrey, coming down from the second floor, discussing the wedding dress.
As they walked to the door of the hall, Becca naturally helped Howard straighten his clothes, then Howard kissed Becca, and in his affection for her, walked out of the villa.
Becca watched Howard's departing figure, a sweet smile curving on her lips.
"He's gone, and you're still reluctant to part, huh?"
Isabella sneaked up beside Becca at some point, whispering softly.
