Chapter 170: Was She Going To A Funeral?

The next morning, a wedding dress was delivered to Stacey. She looked at it with disgust, "What was Matthew thinking? I'm not wearing this!" Word quickly got to Matthew that the bride wasn't changing into the dress. Dressed in a smart tuxedo, Matthew went to Stacey, "What's wrong, Stacey?" "I hate this dull, lifeless wedding dress, I won't wear it!" Stacey snapped, acting really moody. "I'm sorry. I didn't think about what you'd like," Matthew said, trying to be patient, "Tell me what you prefer. We have all kinds of dresses and colors on this ship. Pick one you like." "Then show me, I'll pick my own," Stacey said coolly. "Okay," Matthew agreed, just wanting to keep her calm. They went to the room full of wedding dresses. It was like a bridal store, with all different styles and colors. "Well, Matthew, you finally did something I like," Stacey said, smirking a little. Matthew crossed his arms, "I'll make you even happier in the future." "Enough talk, I'll pick the dress mys