Sitting in the bridal sedan chair, Gale Summer peered through the small window to the outside:
She saw crowds of people, all clad in traditional outfits; she saw some scattering wedding candies on the roadside; she saw children laughing as they picked up the candies, and she also saw—
When her eyes caught sight of that man standing head and shoulders above the rest in the throng, Gale in the sedan chair clearly stiffened for a moment, then quickly dropped the curtain.
She hadn't expected him to return. After all, she was getting married; her ex-husband, yes, Romney Queens should now be considered her ex-husband, had actually come, and furthermore, was standing among the crowd.
What was he here for? To congratulate her? To wish her well? Or to see her become a laughingstock?
But what would she have to be laughed at about? Ricky Lewis is not any worse than him, is he?
