Diana's POV   Days passed since the meeting, and I hadn't met Baekhyun since then. I had to admit he wasn't all bad and he's hot too. I was still upset though, my mother told me to stop going on missions since I had to look "my best" during the wedding. I swear my parents were OUT. OF. THEIR. MINDS. I had to calm down, this marriage is serious business. One slip and it could cost Baekhyun his life.   I was still trying to figure him out though, he said we knew each other when we were little. And yet, I never came across pictures of us. The time we knew each other must have been short. But oh well...  My phone suddenly rang and I picked it up.   "Hello?" "Anne, come meet me in our favourite restaurant." "Why? What's wrong mom?" "It's nothing sweetie, but it's important. Just come quick alright?" "Okay mom, see you" "See you honey."   I sighed. My mom just had to ruin my thoughts. I walked to my walk-in closet, looking for an outfit perfect for the occasion. It was late so it's gotta be dinner, and our favorite restaurant is a fine-dining restaurant. So it's gotta semi-formal, if not formal. I decided on a white dress with blue loose sleeves, so the sleeves were on my upper arm rather than on my shoulders. A bow decorated the top of the dress and I matched it with blue, velvet heels.    I put up my hair in a side ponytail, trying something new. With basic make up, I didn't want to look too fancy for a dinner. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was satisfied with my look for the night. I walked out of my room, down the steps and out of the front doors. My driver (yes my mother told me not to drive on my own too, she right?) was waiting for me already and he opened the limo's door for me. I quickly climbed into the limo and we sped through the city.   I was back to my thoughts about Baekhyun, but wait, why am I thinking of him again. Ugh, he's making me loose focus. Too much it seemed,  because I'd only realized we arrived at the restaurant after we came to a stop in front of the lobby. The driver opened the door for me and I stepped out of the limo. I walked through the doors and a waitress came.   "Ms. Song?" "Yes?" "Your family is waiting for you, please follow me."   I followed the waitress to a private room and she opened the door for me. To my surprise, I saw my designer, my parents and the Byuns.    "Come in sweetie." My mom gestured to an empty seat, but I rushed to my designer instead. "OMG ANDRE! It's been so long!" "Hey there Anne! Looking gorgeous and on fleek as usual!" "Thanks Andre! You look great too!"   Andre was my designer, well more like we hired him to be. He was a freelancer and worked for a lot of designer brands, but as of right now he's our designer. He graduated from a top design school in France where my mother met him through connections. But back to the restaurant, my mother cut in our conversation just as Andre was about to answer.   "We can catch up later sweetie. Don't be rude, you haven't greeted some people yet."   I totally forgot about the Byuns and that point and quickly bowed to them in apology.  "I am so sorry Mr.Byun, Mrs.Byun, Baekhyun-ssi. Good evening!" "It's okay Diana, we know you're excited to see our talented Andre here. Oh and call us eommonim and abeonim from now on okay?"   Mrs.Byun just made me feel worse and reminded me of the marriage but I smiled and said yes anyway. So I went to take a seat which was opposite to Baekhyun's and immediately my favourite dish was served, Pollo All Bicicletta Veloce. It was basically chicken with white wine sauce, but this restaurant made the best dishes.   "So everyone, as you can see here, Andre has come to join us for one purpose only. We are here to discuss the wedding dress and tux, he conveniently brought his designs and is ready for wear on the D-Day." "Mrs. Cav here is quite right. I have a few models try them on you can take a look at the pictures I have here."   He his computer and showed us some pictures.   Baekhyun looked at me and smiled, "Which dress do you want to wear?" "I don't know, the four of them looks great. Which one will you get?" "Which do you think looks better on me?"   I was actually taken aback by his question. He was asking me for my opinion on which suit he should wear. Why the hell is that? God, I didn't know what to do, but I stayed calm and collected, two can play at this game. I actually pondered the two suits and eventually went for Armani.   "I think Armani will be great, which dress do you think will look good on me?" "Honestly, anything will be good on you, but I persona