Summer Ford stood in front of the railing, glanced at Ethan Laurent who was standing by the dining table preparing to pour wine, lost in thought for a moment, and suddenly a sentence drifted in, "Ethan, do you think we really look like we're on a honeymoon now?"
"What do you mean by 'really'? What's that supposed to mean?" Ethan Laurent glanced at her lightly, "Can anything about this be fake?"
Summer Ford just smiled lightly without arguing.
He was right, how can a vacation like this be fake?
But why does she always feel a sense of unreality, from when she first actively approached him, proposed marriage, to now the actual wedding?
Ethan Laurent wasn't aware of her thoughts, poured two glasses of wine for each of them, and brought one to her.
"The wedding should have a procedure!" He paused and added two more words, "Cross arms!"
Summer Ford paused slightly, nervously took the wine glass from his hand.
