Watt lifted his face, his gaze drifting towards her.
The wedding dress he chose for Summer Sutton didn't have the typical large skirt; it had a smaller hem and a cinched waist design, perfectly accentuating Summer Sutton's slender waist.
The style was vintage, completely different from the simplicity he usually liked. The craftsmanship was exquisite, with every stitch meticulously done.
The veil paired with the wedding dress was very long, over ten meters, fluttering gracefully in the wind.
Summer Sutton gracefully descended from upstairs, a sweet smile on her lips, the long veil swaying with her steps, making her appear as pure as if walking on moonlight.
Watt scrutinized her up and down, his gaze lingering on her a bit longer than usual.
He seemed to forget to react, just watching her until Summer Sutton stood in front of him.
Turning around slightly before him, she fully presented the style of the wedding dress, "How is it? Is it beautiful?"
