As Lucas' best man, Hari asked the makeup artist to help him with his styling, too.
Lucas tossed a cold glance over. "Mind you. It's my wedding."
Hari felt annoyed by what Lucas had said. "Yeah, it's your wedding and I happen to be your best man. Surprised? What? Now that you are decked out, and I have to look casual?"
Lucas was in a good mood today, so he didn't feel like arguing with Hari.
With his eyes closed, Lucas leaned against the chair and let the makeup artists do their job.
Seeing Lucas not rebuking him, Hari clicked his tongue and said, "You seem to be in a good mood today."
"None of your business."
Lucas did not open his eyes and only responded coldly. However, as he spoke, Hari could still tell that his tone was filled with joy.
Hari felt joyful, too. He then recalled some gossip and hurried to confirm them. He had to grab the chance to ask when Lucas was in a good mood. "I heard that you designed the details of the wedding by yourself and that you came here every day to supervise the process. Is that fake news, Lucas?"
"I think you're the only thing fake here."
When Lucas said this, Hari immediately knew that the gossip wasn't rumors at all.
Hari felt so surprised that he even took a deep breath. "You do care about Jessica. You're in love with her, man."
Lucas did not respond. He lowered his head and touched the dumbphone in his pocket.
What did Hari know? Jessica was the one who really cared.
She had been in love with him for 11 years in total. Not everyone out there was an exclusive lover.
"But why do I feel that Jessica doesn't treat you as well as she used to?"
As soon as Hari said that, a bottle of spray flew past his eyes.
Hari hissed, "Are you trying to murder me?"
Lucas opened his eyes and looked at him coldly, "If you don't know what to say, just shut up."
"Sure, after all, you're the only one who knows how to talk."
Hari was just telling the truth. Yet Lucas wouldn't let him!
Ever since the Thomas family had announced that Lucas and Jessica were about to remarry, all Hari had heard was how concerned Lucas was about the wedding.
Hari had just met Jessica in a hurry and he didn't see even a single bit of joy on her face.
But Hari did now something about manners. He knew it was Lucas' big day today, so he kept some words to himself.
It was much easier to dress the groom up than to dress the bride up. After Lucas had done his styling, he went out to greet the guests together with Justin.
The guests saw Lucas. Though Lucas' face remained reserved, everyone could tell that he was in a good mood.
At half past seven in the evening, the wedding began as planned.
As the groom, Lucas was already backstage, waiting for the ceremony to start.
After the emcee delivered the opening speech, he invited Lucas to the stage. Then, the emcee began to lead Lucas to tell the love story between Jessica and him.
However, everyone knew that Lucas had always been a reticent man. At first, the emcee was worried that Lucas might reject him on the stage.
But Lucas didn't.
Though Lucas didn't say anything juicy, he did give an answer.
"Mr. Thomas, before we welcome the bride, I'd like to ask you a few questions. I believe everyone here is as curious as I am. As everyone knows, you and the bride have already gotten married before. Why on earth do you remarry her this time after you two have divorced?"
The use of "on earth" was quite telling, yet still proper. It made everyone present curious.
The light was cast on Lucas. He was wearing a black suit today. His hair was styled, and there was a bit of light makeup on his face. His facial features looked even more defined.
Holding the microphone, Lucas looked at the figure in white at the other end of the stage. Then he said, "Because I love her."
There wasn't a single change in his tone when he confessed, yet the guests burst into applause.
It was normal to hear a confession like that, but not from Lucas.
The emcee felt excited, too. He then shouted, "Now, let's welcome Miss Jessica Hall, Mr. Thomas' love of life."
The applause was still loud, and the spotlight slowly fell on the bride at the end of the aisle fifty meters away.
The tail of the white wedding dress swayed along with the bride's steps. The bride was glimmering.