Looking at the man in front of her, Wendy decisively gave up the wedding dress that she and Miranda had chosen for half a day before. She pulled Jack to sit down on the leather sofa intimately.
"Jack, it's been several years. You've changed a lot. It's my fault that I didn't recognize you. Don't blame me for not recognizing you out!" Wendy smiled and sat down next to him. At the same time, she pulled Consuela to sit on the other side.
Looking at the man next to him, Jack didn't say anything to blame him. On the contrary, he had to repeatedly apologize that he didn't recognize Aunt Wendy.
"You are such a sweet talker." Wendy held Consuela's hand and said to him, "Jack, this is Consuela, Richie's wife. They have got the marriage certificate, but they need a wedding dress. Look..." She said half of the words, but Jack knew what she meant.
"Of course, auntie. I didn't know that Richie got married! If I had known it, I wouldn't have let you continue to choose these." No matter who came to choose, for his relationship with Richie, he would try his best. "Give me a week, I will definitely design a wedding dress that belongs to both of them, and there's only one in the world."
That was exactly what Wendy wanted. She immediately smiled happily and kept saying that was OK. Then Jack had told Wendy some interesting things that had happened abroad in the past few years.
When Wendy heard something interesting, she held Consuela's hand and said, "How interesting."
Later, the four people began to talk about the design of the wedding dress. During this period, Consuela always wore a polite smile on her face. From time to time, she would tell Wendy her opinions and preferences on wedding dress design.
As time passed by, their conversation was about to come to an end. At that time, when it was eleven o'clock, Wendy thought the time went so fast and the conversation was so happy.
Wendy stood up, patted Jack
d into a slight sigh.
Estelle's movements were very skilled. In less than a little time, she had already measured the size of Richie.
"This handsome man has a perfect figure." Estelle was an outgoing and lively girl and she talked straightly and quickly. Looking at the size in her hand, she kept smiling at Richie. Her smile was clear and pure.
"Miss, it's your turn!" Estelle turned to look at Consuela.
Nodding with a smile, Consuela walked to the stage too. With her slender and well proportioned arms, she let Estelle measure her body size by size.
Seeing that her daughter-in-law was finally willing to measure the size, Both Richie's mother and Richie showed smiles on their faces.
On the other hand, Jack, who had been standing aside all the time, looked at the strange way the family got along with each other, and suddenly became interested in Consuela, who was measured her size.
Putting his hand on Richie's shoulder, he smiled and gave Richie a deep look. "It seems that your wife is very interesting!"
Jack didn't know if it was his illusion. He looked at the woman on the stage who was measured the size quietly. He always felt that Richie's wedding might not be very smooth.
Richie shook off Jack's hand and glanced at him, "I think you are jealous? !"