You clench your fingers around your bouquet, watching your reflection in the mirror in your wedding gown. Grandmother should've been here.

When the door opens behind you, revealing your secretary, Soyeon, one of the few people loyal to you in the company, as the sound of camera flashing echoes in the back. "You ready, ma'am?" She asks.

You chew on your bottom lip, hearing the press buzz outside.

"Where's Sunghoon?"

As if on cue, the man walks in, dressed well in his suit, matching your elegance and style, better than anyone else could. He's fixing his cuffs and looks up. His pupils shake for a moment, scanning your whole appearance, but you couldn't read his expression.

"Speak of the devil," Soyeon breathes out. Sunghoon chuckes in irony. "I am the same." He says vaguely. You glare at him for saying such thing. He raises his eyebrow in response.

"I'll give you a minute. 12 to be exact." Soyeon says before leaving the same and giving a small comforting smile. You nod at her.

"What's the matter? Are you nervous? You were the one who suggested this idea. Begged, actually." Sunghoon sighs in annoyance as he walks around you. You lowers your bouquet and give your soon-to-be husband a deadpan look.