Chapter 11

Harrison exhaled in relief. As he said, Scarlett loved him too much to miss their wedding. She was just playing hard to get. At this thought, annoyance flared within him. Just as he was about to scold her for being childish, he looked up and froze. "Hazel? Why are you…" He was even more stunned when he saw what she was wearing. "Why are you dressed like that?" The "bride" standing before him wasn't Scarlett. It was Hazel. She was wearing the wedding dress she had designed. At his question, her cheeks flushed red. She lowered her head and spoke in a small, timid voice, "Uncle Harry, I heard that Scarlett never showed up. The wedding guests are all waiting. If there's no bride, the entire city will mock the Steele family. "So I put on the dress. I thought if Scarlett isn't coming, then let me take her place. Let me marry you, Uncle Harry!" Hazel lifted her gaze, her eyes shining with determination, as if she'd summoned all the courage in the world. Harrison stood motionless.