
Days change quickly, time after time has passed and Amber begins to feel how much love Arion has given her.
Although there are still remnants of trauma to his previous marriage, Arion proves himself that not all men are the same.
"So, where's our honeymoon going, honey?" ask Arion. He pulled up Amber's waist and made the woman sit on her lap. They faced each other and Amber put her hands around the man's neck.
"I'm happy to go anywhere as long as it's with you and Aara" Amber replied.
"Do you like the beach, or the mountains?"
"both."
"Do you like snow, or flowers?"
"I like you better" Amber replied with a flirtatious smile. Arion pulled the nape of the woman's neck and kissed her lips.
"Stop making me even more unable to stand it!" complained Arion. Amber just laughed a little with a look of annoyed face of her future husband.
Gts ... Gts ... Gts ....
The sound of knocking on the door sounded loud. Amber immediately went down and opened it.
"Miss, there are guests" said one of the attendants.
"Hey, just call my name. Don't call me 'miss'" said Amber. He was uncomfortable with the call. Because all this time, he and all the servants in this house have been like good friends.
"Honey," called Arion in a slightly loud voice from inside the study.
"Yes." Yeah."
"All right, I'm leaving" the waiter said with a big smile.
"Don't protest at the waiter. You're gonna be the hostess soon, honey. They should have called you 'lady'. Maverick Madam!" obviously Arion.
"From the beginning, they and I were best friends. The call will only make us awkward" complained Amber.
"Hmm, okay. I love everything about you including your humble nature" seduced Arion.
They finally came out of the room and immediately headed towards the living room to meet someone.
Apparently, the guest who came was a famous designer who asked Arion to make a wedding dress. Two weeks ago Amber had undergone fitting, and now the designer has come to bring five ready-made dresses.
"I asked her to make five dresses with different models so you could choose the one you like, honey. Is five better than two?"
"Hm." Amber took a deep breath. Naturally, Arion had a lot of money and the man was even confused about how to spend it. Maybe this is one form of confusion.
"Alright, thank you for your hard work, sir. All these dresses are so beautiful" said Amber to a man in his forties who works as a famous designer.
"It sure looks prettier if you wear it, ma'am."
"Of course, my future wife is always beautiful with any look" said Arion. Amber simply smiled and shook her head slowly.
All the wedding preparations are almost done. All knickknacks and party needs have been well taken care of, the invitation card. Arion has been spreading party invitations since one week ago, and the party will be on the title two more days for twenty-four hours nonstop in two places.
"It's time for Aara to come home. I'll pick him up" Amber said after seeing the clockwork.
"We will go together" said Arion. The man felt like there was a magnet attached to Amber's body making it difficult to separate from the woman.
"Honey," muttered Amber as they were on their way.
"Yes?"
"What if we stop by your Mama's house? Don't we at least keep telling him?" ask Amber. He knows Dayana won't approve of them, but it doesn't seem appropriate for Arion to completely disconnect from her mother.
"Mama must have known" replied Arion.
"Then?"
"I know you're worried about our relationship. But Mama is not a person who easily melted his heart. Let it go."
"I feel guilty for making you choose me and for ignoring your family. After all, you were born from her womb. She fought to give birth and raise you, and now I'm taking you away from her."
"Don't be like that, I know better how my mama is, honey. Now we just need to focus on our marriage, then we'll figure out a way to persuade Mama and Caroline."
"All right." Amber smiled and nodded in agreement.
Amber realizes who she is and why Dayana doesn't approve of them. Amber wants to keep persuading Dayana to make Arion's heart more peaceful, but that does not mean Amber will let her pride be trampled by her future father-in-law.
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