MY UNKNOWN HUSBAND, VOLUME 2 - Season 5 Episode 29

“Miss Ye, one of these will be your wedding dress. Please choose one.” The polite smile intact on her face, Lisa stood beside the rack, which stood taller than her.

In Vivian’s eyes, the smile mocked her.

“Black wedding dresses?” Vivian angrily pointed at the row of black in front of her.

She noticed Lisa’s professional attire, which was also black except for her white shirt.

Just like the two men beside her, Lisa was also in black.

There seemed to be a recurring theme in their outfits—a funeral theme.

She was going to get married, not on her way to becoming a widow!

It was one disappointment after the other. First, that absolutely glorious wedding dress was not designed for her. Then Lisa respectfully referred to Nina as John’s wife. Finally, she was being made to select a black wedding dress for her wedding.

It was the last straw for Vivian. She glared at the three of them and asked belligerently, “What do you mean? Have you seen anybody get married wearing a black wedding dress?”

Her tone was heavy with rage and accusation, as if she would tear apart everyone inside the shop within the next second.

There were two people on the second floor—a man and a woman dressed respectively in a black suit and a black dress. They sat at table near the top landing of the stairs, all the while playing with their mobile phones with their heads down.

One of them had Richard on the other end of an ongoing call.

Lisa was unmoved by Vivian’s accusation. “Miss Ye, there are many people who wear black wedding dresses to get married. To them, black represents loyalty. Faithful unto death. Sounds cool, right?”

Vivian could accept the concept—faithful unto death, but she couldn’t accept black.

She didn’t like black items, with the exception of shoes. She never wore black clothes, and her wardrobe almost exclusively white.

In her eyes, black was a symbol of evil, whereas white stood for purity. How could she wear black?

Cool?

Everyone said that she was a gentle and generous woman. She didn’t want to be cool.

Vivian realized that her overreaction just now would leave a bad impression on them.

In order to maintain the elegant, gracious image she had cultivated, Vivian did her best to calm herself down. She took a couple of deep breaths and looked at the windows.

To Vivian’s relief, nobody pulled up the curtains. She couldn’t see outside, which meant that nobody could peek at what was going on inside the shop.

Thus, the person she hired would not be able to take “candid” photos of her.

If the woman happened to catch her pointing her fingers at the staff and the photos got circulated, her reputation would be damaged.

Anyway, John was not in attendance, so Vivian would rather not have the journalist take any photos at all.

Vivian turned around, her elegant, ladylike demeanor once again in place. With a friendly smile, she sweetly asked, “I really don’t like black wedding dresses. Can I change it to white?

Besides, I don’t think the designs of these dresses are any good.” Vivian walked over to the rack to take a closer look. The designs were rather plain, and the material looked so rough that she didn’t want to touch it for fear of getting scratched.

The gowns looked like mass-produced releases and were bedecked all over with ruffles and tucks, which were popular motifs these days. Upon closer inspection, the fabric appeared to be an ashy shade of gray instead of black, but it wasn’t really noticeable.

Actually, the dresses cost time and money to produce and would undoubtedly sell out the moment they hit the racks.

It was just that, after Vivian had seen Starry River, the gowns just looked plain and shoddily made in comparison.

Besides, considering Vivian’s abhorrence for black, she found herself particularly disgusted with this set of dresses.

“These gowns look like they were designed by an amateur. Can we look at other dresses?” Vivian’s voice was dripping with disgust.

Lisa replied, “Yes, the gowns were designed by a rookie. Miss Ye, I’m sure you are aware that our in-house designer doesn’t design wedding dresses.”

“If they’re not professionals in the field, then why should I let them design my wedding dress?” Suppressing her anger, Vivian tried to force her lips to form a smile.

“Mr. Shi specifically ordered this collection.”

“John did?” All this was becoming more confusing for Vivian.

“Yes.”

Casting a glance at the black wedding dresses, Vivian suddenly had an ominous feeling. Biting her lower lip, she asked, “John asked me to choose one from this rack, correct? Should my dress be selected from these four?”

“Yes, Miss Ye.”

Vivian’s expression cracked. Why was John forcing her like this?

Nina was already out of the picture, so why did he personally design Starry River for her?

‘Did John know that Nina returned to C Island? Is he still thinking of marrying her if she comes back one day?

No, it’s impossible.

I won’t let that happen.’

“That one—I’m choosing that one.” Her teeth gritted in frustration, Vivian pointed a finger toward a random gown. “I don’t need to try it on. I’m taking it back with me.”

Lisa took out the wedding dress from the hanger and looked up at the two people on the second floor.

The woman stood up. “Miss Ye, Richard mentioned that Mr. Shi has finished his work and is on his way to see his betrothed try on the wedding dress.”

As soon as Vivian heard John’s name, a spark of life was rekindled within her, and she was filled with joy. “Is John on his way?”

“Yes, Mr. Shi would like to see you try on the wedding dress,” the saleswoman said with a smile.

Lisa gave the shop assistant a look of approval and handed the wedding dress to Vivian. “Miss Ye, do you want to change in one of our fitting rooms or take it back with you?”

“Here,” Vivian answered without hesitation. Instead of taking the wedding dress from Lisa’s hands, she looked at the rest of the dresses and declared, “I’ll try on the other three dresses, as well.”

“Okay, Miss Ye. This way, please.” Lisa led Vivian to the closest fitting room. After the door of the fitting room was closed, the smile on Lisa’s face disappeared. She turned toward the two men, who was standing with their heads down, and instructed, “Mr. Shi will be arriving at any moment. Don’t forget what he has told you. Once it is done, you will be rewarded handsomely for your work.”

“Understood,” the two said in unison.

Vivian really loathed black outfits, so she dragged her heels and didn’t change into the first dress until ten minutes later.

The first wedding dress she picked up was designed with a camisole and see-through lace, and the voluminous skirt reached her ankles. Black usually gave the illusion of being slender, so Vivian looked even thinner when she wore it.

Vivian’s heart seized in revulsion. ‘I hate all of these,’ she thought mutinously. With her delicate appearance, she couldn’t pull off the air of mystery and elegance of black. The wedding dress made her look pasty and a bit odd.

She took a step toward the massive floor mirror. The sight of her black-garbed reflection was shocking—it was as if a stranger was staring back at her. “Ah!” Vivian gave a small exclamation and faltered backward by half a step.

The person in the mirror also took half a step back. To Vivian, it was like the somber reflection in the mirror wanted to break through silver and glass to replace her.

Vivian saw her real self.

Afraid of locking eyes with her real self, she quickly whirled around and called out in a panic, “I’ll try something else.” “Miss Ye, would you like to try on this one first?”

“Or do you want to try the one in my hand first?”

The two men with lowered hat brims spoke one after the other, standing on either side of Vivian.

The two men’s voices were vastly different. The first man sounded brisk and full of energy, like a middle-aged man with a happy family.

The second man’s voice sounded a little tired, like that of a young professional who worked overtime and lived out of a suitcase all year round because of business trips.

Vivian didn’t feel anything unusual, so she stretched out her right hand. As she turned around, the young man raised the brim of his hat so that Vivian could see his face clearly.

“You…” Vivian’s eyes widened. Her outstretched hand froze in midair, her fingers trembling.

Pulling her hand back in alarm, she looked away to hide her panicked expression and whirled to face the other man. “On second thought, I’ll try this first.”

The one who sounded like a middle-aged man also raised the brim of his hat and smilingly held out the dress. “Here you are, Miss Ye.”

The man’s face was revealed clearly. Blood drained from Vivian’s face, and she staggered backward as if she had seen a ghost.

“Why are they here.”