Chapter 139: The Questions of Heart l
The bride’s dressing room was a cocoon of soft elegance, bathed in the warm glow of vanity lights that cast delicate shadows across the walls.
Aeri stood beside Sara, her light blue dress shimmering faintly, her arms crossed with a curiosity, her gaze wandered, taking in the orderly space as a casual question slipped out.
"Oh, and where’s Ezra? I don’t see him," she said, her voice light as she glanced around. "Didn’t you call him here earlier?"
Sara’s eyes widened for a split second, a flash of panic crossing her face before she masked it with a quick, awkward smile. "Ezra...?" she muttered, her fingers twisting the fabric of her gloves. Her voice was too high, too hesitant, and she caught herself, clearing her throat.
Aeri tilted her head, catching Sara’s reflection in the mirror, her brow quirking with curiosity. "Yeah, didn’t you call him for something here?" she pressed, her tone still casual.
Sara forced a laugh, the sound a little too bright, a little too forced. "Yes, yes, I did call him," she said, her words tumbling out as she leaned forward, adjusting her gloves unnecessarily. "I wanted to say sorry, you know? For how much I’ve bothered him and teased him over the years... ehehe." She punctuated it with another awkward chuckle, her eyes darting to the mirror, avoiding Aeri’s gaze.
Aeri’s expression softened, her suspicion easing as she nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I figured it was something like that," she said, her voice warm with understanding. "Like you wanted his blessing or something, especially after all those fights you two used to have. It’s sweet, Sara, wanting to clear the air on your big day."
Sara’s smile tightened, her fingers still fidgeting, but she nodded, seizing the explanation. "Exactly," she said, her voice steadier now. "That’s it. Just... making peace." She glanced down, smoothing her gown.
But then Sara’s tone shifted, a frown creasing her brow as she leaned back in her chair, her voice taking on an irritated edge. "And yet, can you believe him, Aeri? He was so rude about it," she said, her pout exaggerated, her eyes flashing with mock. "He said he only came here to eat the food and not to look at my ’ugly face.’ My face! Can you imagine?"