  &quot;I am... Am I not?&quot; 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.
  &quot;So?&quot; Mitchell probed.
  &quot;Perfect.&quot; He replied. &quot;Very perfect.&quot; He added. Unable to take his eyes off her. 
  &quot;Perfect. That has to be the word,&quot; 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 

  &quot;Then why are you giving me the cold attitude?&quot; He asked searching her eyes
  Mitchell opened her mouth but closed it again.
  &quot;Why?&quot; She asked herself.
  Because she had expected him to kiss her, to hold her longer, because he hadn t called the other day nor had he informed her he was coming. Because he was only back just for her final fitting and not because he misses her so much, he couldn t stay another day, because...&quot; She ran the reasons through her head and they all sounded like the excuses a hopelessly in love teenager would give, but she wasn t a teenager. 
  &quot;Mitchell?&quot; He called 
  &quot;I m sorry if you think I have been cold. I guess I was shocked to see you standing there on my doorstep this morning and got a bit angry you didn t tell me you d be arriving.&quot;
  &quot;I just wanted to surprise you. But now I know you don t like surpris

  Michael got down from the car and circled to the other side to open the door for her, she smiled at him and he felt something melt inside of him. That s been happening quite a lot lately. Something he can t explain, whenever she smiled at him or laughed, he always felt a part of him softened up. 
  But he knew this time the smile wasn t for him but a charade she was putting on to appear as the eager and happy bride of his. 
  The smile was for the sake of their audience and the press who never seem to stop appearing in their lives since the announcement of their engagement. How they had managed to know they would be there today, was something he wasn t even going to bother himself thinking about.
  &quot;The damned annoying press,&quot; He muttered under his breath before he smiled at the look of curiosity Mitchell gave him.
  Tucking her arm in his, they walked towards the entrance wh

&quot;I am... Am I not?&quot; 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.
  &quot;So?&quot; Mitchell probed.
  &quot;Perfect.&quot; He replied. &quot;Very perfect.&quot; He added. Unable to take his eyes off her. 
  &quot;Perfect. That has to be the word,&quot; 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

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