Annie Taylor rubbed her nose, constantly imagining in her mind what her wedding would be like, everywhere was white gauze of European-style, suddenly transformed with bright red tablecloths...
The Old Master wouldn't ask her to change all the white gauze too in the end, would he!
"What's wrong with pink? Pink is quite nice, for the tablecloths to use red, only you could come up with that!" Old Madam Loman immediately spoke up to oppose upon hearing this.
"What do you know... If it were in ancient times, red is for the wife, pink is for the concubine! Since Ronald is getting married, of course, it should be bright red! Festive and dignified, with good symbolism!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Mrs. Loman instantly had no reason to argue, Annie Taylor didn't think that Old Madam Loman would have such a consideration.
However, seeing he sincerely cared for her, Annie Taylor's heart felt sweet.
