No Wedding For A Man Who Loves His Bridesmaid

Synopsis

When I got married, my bridesmaid, Serena Quinn, suddenly came up with her own little scheme. She didn't wear the bridesmaid dress we'd picked out long ago. Instead, she appeared in a carefully prepared black gothic wedding dress with a black wedding veil, looking more like she was attending a funeral. My husband, Michael Shaw, looked at her with a mix of helplessness and affection. "Are you here for a wedding or a funeral? "Who wears something like that to a wedding?" Serena flashed a charming smile. "I'm here to mourn the death of your freedom. "RIP to the bachelor life." Hearing that, I didn't hesitate for a second. I wiped off my lipstick, slipped out of my wedding dress, and called off the wedding. My family wasn't holding any funerals, so I didn't need anyone to show up like that.