When the bell rang, Rachel left the office and went to the dressing room. Taking out the dress she brought from home this morning, she put it on.
Last night, Jack promised her that they would visit the Fu family in the evening. Today, they were supposed to reveal their intention to remarry.
Rachel was looking forward to it. After all, what Jonathan wanted the most was for them to live happily. This would indeed make the old man happy.
At this time, Jonathan was flipping through an old photo album, sitting crouched in the study. Every time he looked at a photo, he would let out a sigh. Time had moved quickly. But figments of his past brought him both joy and sadness.
While he was immersed in the old days, Julie's voice came, interrupting him from his thoughts. Jonathan swiftly closed the album and kept it back in the safe. After he was sure it had been locked, he looked at the maid and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Jack and Rachel are here," Julie said. "I would have called Mrs. Fu, but she happens to be out with her friend."
"I'll go down the stairs soon."
Wiping the corners of his eyes, Jonathan walked out of the study with his walking stick. Standing at the top of the stairs, he looked down. He caught sight of the two of them sitting on the sofa. They looked genuinely happy and it pleased him.
However, a hint of worry entered into his heart. But Jonathan couldn't let them see it. As he went down the stairs, he had a smile plastered on his face. "H
ed Rachel's face and said, "Great then! Take them shopping with you. Their dresses should be customized too."
It was quite early, but Jack preferred to prepare everything in advance. What he wanted was an impeccable wedding. Rachel should feel like the most loved girl on that special day. He would leave no stone unturned at making this dream come true.
Sometimes, Rachel would laugh at him. 'Is he a Virgo? Why is he being so damn picky?'
However, she was overjoyed. To some extent, his attention to the wedding indirectly reflected her importance in his life.
Therefore, although Rachel said that it was still early, she was thrilled. In fact, she put aside some work in the hospital to prepare for her wedding. Taking advantage of the weekend, she called Lea and Celia for shopping.
"Oh my God, Rachel, are you really going to make dresses for us in this shop? I heard from a classmate that a dress here is worth 10,000 dollars." Celia looked at Rachel in disbelief, unable to hide her excitement.
Lea coughed and patted Celia on her shoulder. "Don't make such a fuss. She isn't marrying any common man. Her husband is the president of MK Group. They have plenty of money. 10,000 dollars must be a piece of cake for them."
Hearing the banter between them two, Rachel feigned annoyance and warned, "If you both insist on joking around, I think it is better if I pick a different shop. Perhaps something very cheap and average." Then she turned around, pretending to leave.