“Is someone died?” she asked bluntly.

“What?” he startled, waking up from his day dream, more like having a temporary brain malfunction.

“You, frowning like you’re in a funeral. It’s a wedding. Besides, isn’t the bride should do the crying? Not the groom,” she smiled to the spectators as they being surrounded by their families and friend and the cameras flashing furiously.

 “Smile. Guys what are you doing there? Whispering. We’re taking a picture here. Keep smiling.”

“Heh, I’m not crying. I’m not like you, a thick-skinned gold digger, being happy despite being force into this marriage.”

“Show us your happy face.”

 “You said it. I’m a gold digger. Of course, I’m happy. I’ll get a handful of money with this marriage, your every penny until I’m going to burst,” she whispered and smirked at his sullen face.

He scoffed in a low voice. “Right. You should be happy, wearing an expensive dress and sparkling diamond crown. It’s your first time isn’t it, smelly pauper?”

She glared at him. “Yes, I’m poor. You got a problem with that, Mr Snobbish?” she muttered slowly.

“What are you whispering?”

They continued bickering on the flowery bridal dais without paying any attention of the crowd and their evil intention while forcing a smile.

“You, smile! Don’t ruin my beautiful picture,” she demanded and shoved both her index fingers on the corner of his mouth, trying to form a little smile on his tight lips.

 “Ok now, newlywed kiss.”

One of the best men pushed the groom’s face to the shocked bride, his lips crushed to hers. Both of them stunned with eyes wide open and the cameras continued flashing endlessly.