“Wow, I like this one.” I beamed when the fabric makes contact with my hand. “She looks so elegant and simple.” I caress the part of its stomach up to the chest. “What do you think, blue eyes?” I grin at Hiro.
He is looking at me with his mesmerizing blue eyes smiling. By that way, I can feel his adoration and love. He is so precious.
“Don’t you like any of those three?” He points his right hand to the gowns wore by the mannequins beside the window.
“No.” I shook my head.
We are talking about my wedding gown. As promised, Hiro brought me to the designer he said to be his friend. And I could not believe my two eyes when the one he was saying was Jayson Marquez, one of the best designers in the country. He was the same guy who made the gown of the country’s candidate duri
