Justin Battleson's answer made Charlotte Thompson curl up the corners of her mouth. She hooked Justin's palm with her fingers, playfully scratching his palm.
"Then I need to think about what kind of wedding dress I should wear at my wedding."
At this point, Charlotte paused and puffed her cheeks toward Justin.
"You better prepare well. The proposal was such a failure; there can't be any mishaps at the wedding."
"As you wish."
Justin kissed Charlotte's temple, his deep voice slowly stirring Charlotte's heart.
However, in the near future, when Charlotte recalled the words she just said, she found herself both laughing and crying.
But that's a story for another time. Let's not mention it for now.
In contrast to the warmth between Justin and Charlotte, on the other side of the city, the atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing, carrying an almost suffocating sense of threat.
