Fussed Over

Frank continued to hold Lucille's hand, his voice carrying a subtle hint of happiness. "Bobo, you're breathtakingly gorgeous today." Lucille just responded perfunctorily. She had been woken up at seven in the morning only to have people fussing over her hair and makeup, until finally, she was brought out to Frank in a wedding gown by the maids. Since she couldn't see, she was oblivious to the mesmerized look in Frank's eyes, a look that refused to fade away. From the surrounding maids' admiring remarks and the designer's surprised gasp She could guess that her dress must be quite beautiful. What a pity, it was nothing more than a forced marriage. Lucille let out a bored yawn. Soon they arrived at the ceremony. Since they were early, there was a lot of commotion with photo-taking and other preparations. It was a cumbersome and complicated process. Lucille was forced into it, enduring the constant shutter of cameras. Her expression was indifferent, not one smile peeked through. She hardl