The Kind That Makes Your Heart Flutter

The bridal gown was incredibly beautiful. It was luxurious and dreamy. Any girl who laid eyes on it would undoubtedly feel her heart flutter. Frank studied Lucille's reaction and asked, "Bobo, do you like it?" Lucille replied with a non-committal hum from her nose. "Would you like to try it on?" "No." Lucille could not muster any enthusiasm for the idea, and she added apathetically, "I'll wear it at the wedding. There's no need to go through the hassle of trying it on and taking it off." Speaking of the wedding, she seemed detached and calm, devoid of any semblance of delight. Her indifference contrasted sharply with Frank's anticipation. It was as if this wedding was a mere one-man show, performed by him alone. Frank could not help but laugh bitterly even though he agreed in the end. He replied in the same, patient manner, "Okay." No matter what she said, his response never changed. The designers who had brought the bridal gown were flabbergasted. They could not believe this was the u