“That is thirty minutes late!” Dara irritatingly murmured glancing at her phone. It was 10:34 in the morning and there was still no sign of him. She knew that there’s no traffic along the way from his groom’s condominium and that made her even more furious.

Frustrated, she tapped her phone and tried to call him even though it was her fourteenth attempt and she knew that she’ll get the same response.

The number you have dialed is either unattended or out of co-

“Aish! Seriously?” she buried the device in her purse as Bom opened the back door of the car, rushing and catching her breath.

“Krung! Where is he? All of the guests inside were disappointed! Get out of that car and enter the church! Faster!”

“No, I won’t!” she had few tantrums. “How can I face them especially grandpa, he might die in heart attack if I say that there will be no wedding. ! What will I do? There are so many known personalities inside. They cleared their appointments just for this stupid wedding. Ottoke?”

“I have an idea,” she grinned, mind making some ridiculous plan.

She pointed the photographer and two of his assistants rushing towards their direction so they won’t miss the start of the ceremony.

Dara stepped out of the car with her bulky wedding dress as she annoyingly fixes it. “Worst day ever!”

The two blocked the way of the photographer and Bom grabbed the arm of the guy who was putting the battery pack on the huge digital single reflex camera, “Hey, are you from Great Photo Studios? Wait, no, you are not the official one, I already talked to somebody yesterday, where is he?”

“Oh sorry Ma’am, we haven’t informed you. Boss had a diarrhea so I’m the one in charge, don’t worry I’m well trained and I can produce best photos. I’m currently the best photographer in our studio. I’m better than boss.” The guy in leather jacket with soft red tendrils explained, boasting. 

The two gorgeous ladies looked at each other and grinned. Dara pointed the two assistants, “You two, go inside and set the camera up,” she grabbed the DSLR from the blue head’s grip and handed it to the guy in black hoodies with dark circles around his eyes. “We need to talk to him for a minute, go ahead first. Make sure to take a photo of all my guests.”

Dara waved to the two as they vanished while scratching the back of their heads.

“Are you single?” she gazed at him and inspected his face. He has this slightly feminine feature that made her smirk, his eyes were deep hazel brown and the innocence were emanating within his aura, plus the long eye lashes she immediately noticed. She even envied him for a second with that lashes. The slightly chopped pink lips were complimenting his cute nose. His flamboyant ref hair falls perfectly with his bangs he constantly sweeps off his face. Perfect.

“Uhhm, yes?” he widened his eyes, almost lost in words when he glanced at the bride. “Wae?” he asked, confused.

“You want one hundred thousand dollars?” Dara boastfully offered the guy in black leather jacket. Small hand squeezing his broad shoulder. 

“Huh?”

Dara the crossed her arms over her chest as she rolled her eyes, “okay, five hundred thousand dollars?”

He did not say a word and stared blankly to the two without any idea what the hell they were up to.

Bom opened the back door of the car and grabbed the pit black formal suit and long pointed leather shoes. She handed it to the unknown guy, “wear these.” The bride somehow chuckled because she imagined how big the shoes were and this guy’s feet were much smaller that the original groom to be. She then lowered his head and looked at her personal driver, “and you Jae Joong, bring him to the altar.”