Chapter 127

"I am... Am I not?" He said tongue-tied. He had been momentarily stunned by the beauty of her in that dress. She was everything the perfect definition of a perfect bride. "So?" Mitchell probed. "Perfect." He replied. "Very perfect." He added. Unable to take his eyes off her. "Perfect. That has to be the word," Mitchell thought icily She returned to the dressing room and some minutes later they were back in the car on their way to the florist shop. An hour later, they left the florist shop and Michael navigated the car towards the direction of his home, he looked towards Mitchell expecting her to ask or say something but she remained quiet. Her exuberance of earlier had left her the moment they left the designer place and she had returned to her conserved self. They arrived at his mansion, with Mitchell not uttering a word all through the drive. She smiled through the process of acknowledging his staff curtsey nods an