Fall in Love After the Flash Marriage

Chapter 133 Life Is A Drama. Only Good Actors Survive It.

Red apple swirls in Jessica’s hands. The thin and long peel falls into the fruit plate. She is so skillful at

peeling that no one would not extol her as a good housewife.

If it is not for the microphone on her clothes, Jenny would like to ask her if she stayed up and practiced

peeling apples all night.

Noticing Jenny looking at herself, Jessica smiles brighter, "Frankie is not at home today because there

are some business to deal with in the company. Otherwise it will be good for us to take advantage of

this program to get together. You have been very busy recently, right? You haven't come to visit me for

a long time."

"I've been busy all the time. Isn’t what this business is? But you haven't been idle, right? Your wedding

day is coming, so I feel sorry for bothering you."

"The wedding dress hasn't been picked out yet. The staff of wedding dress shop sent me two sets.

Choose one for me!"

Jenny admires that Jessica talks to her about trivialities without turning a hair.

It is true that life is like a play, only good actors survive it.

The wedding dresses are shelved in the cloakroom. The whole cloakroom is neatly placed all kinds of

expensive jewelry and bags. The two sets of wedding dresses mentioned by Jessica are placed right in

the middle of it. Both are white. One is a strapless puffball dress with a string of tassel decorated by

tiny pearls on the waist and the other one is a a fishtail dress with lace on the shoulders, showing slim

figure.

Jenny can’t help touching it.

"Isn't it nice? These are two samples from the window hand-sewn by an Italian designer. They were not

for sale, but a friend of mine knows the manager very well so he sold them to me."

Jessica says in pride. She bashfully touches her cheek, "But I am a little entangled with which one to

choose."

"Let Frankie choose for you."

"That's true. We have the same taste. Maybe you will be as entangled as me." Jessica looks at Jenny

with her eyebrows raised. There is an insinuation in her remarks so that Jenny shrinks.

She is obviously provoking.

"I'm a little thirsty. I'm going to drink." Jenny bows her head slightly, shunning away from the camera, to

hide the displeasure in her eyes.

Jessica indifferently grabs her wrist, "Why don't you take a look for me after I put on it."

Jenny is about to shake off her hand, but she glimpses that two cameras are watching her through the

dressing mirror. She rouses with a rush and recalls that she is recording. So she bears it with her teeth

gritted.

"OK, try it."

She reluctantly responds. Seeing that Jessica goes into the dressing room with the servant, she looks

around and sits down bored on sofa in the cloakroom.

In fact, she doesn’t care to play with Jessica. She merely needs to put on a mask and imagine herself

as a character. She can pretend to be her sister even if she doesn't know how to act.

But she is very impatient to talk too much with Jessica, especially about her marriage and pregnancy. It

is clear that she took her boyfriend and now she is asked to bless her against her conscience. That

makes her regurgitate at every word.

Looking at the fishtail wedding dress in a daze, she doesn’t notice the inconspicuous footstep behind.

"Jenny, when did you come?"

The sudden sound of a man stiffens Jenny on her back. She straightens up before putting hands

holding cheeks back. She turns to look at the white figure coming in from the door.

She isn’t aware that Frankie has been standing behind her for a long time.

Because there are cameras, Jenny smiles at him decently, "I just arrive. Jessica asks me to help her

choose wedding dress. Why are you at home?"

Frankie shows her the folder in his hand, "I left something at home. I come back for them... "

Just as they are talking, the curtain of the dressing room crosses the pole. Jessica comes out

supported by the servant.

Her eyes are suddenly refreshed when she sees Frankie. And then she runs to Frankie’s arms with her

dress, "Frankie, when did you come back?"

Frankie obliquely pushes her away from his arms, glances at Jenny and says, "Come back to get

something."

Jessica holds his arm, almost hanging on him, asks in a sweet voice, "Now that you came back? Dine

in, OK?"

"Well..."

Seeing his promises without hesitation, Jessica is a little surprised. She is very happy to hear that, but

when she glimpses the figure in the corner, she frowns and becomes displeased.

In view of the presence of the camera and Frankie, she smiles to hide displeasure, "What a

coincidence. Jenny is here today and Frankie is seldom at home at noon. It has been a long time since

we last had dinner together."

It sounds like she is grinding her teeth.

Jenny sneers at heart with politeness on her face. She looks up at Jessica’s dress, "I think this one

suits you. It can cover your stomach. If you wear this one at the wedding, it won't look very good."

She doesn't mean much, but is just trying to change the subject.

But Jessica misunderstands her. She thinks of something in a trance. She looks at the dress and then

takes a look at Jenny, "Why not try on that one for me, and then I'll let Frankie choose one."

Jenny's heart jolts and she looks straight at Jessica.

The provocation in her eyes is obvious.

Frankie sours and stares at Jessica, "What are you talking about? How can you let her try on wedding

dress for you?"

"Oh, that doesn’t matter. Jenny is my best friend. We are about the same size, so that you can

compare the dress before choosing one."

"No, Mom won’t agree with that if she knows."

"Why not? Jenny and I also wore wedding dresses when we were filming. We are both actors and don't

care about these feudal and superstitious ideas."

"You..."

"Well, I haven't really worn wedding dress yet. If you don't mind, I'd like to try it on."

Jenny interrupts Frankie, standing up from the sofa and glances faintly at Jessica.

She originally wants to be stoical to go well today, but now Jessica obviously doesn’t want to make

things too easy, so she doesn’t have to be polite.

Trying to humiliate me with a wedding dress? This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Dream it. Jessica.

The treads hidden in the white fishtail wedding dress by side of Jenny brighten under the light of the

cloakroom, dazzling.

For some reason, Frankie feels strange in his heart.

As if the wedding dress is supposed to belong to the girl in front of him, he nods in a daze but says

powerfully, "Then try it."