Female Novel
Chapter 559 Choosing a Wedding Dress
Three days later, it was the day for Martha and Stefan to take wedding photos.
Stefan went to the Doyle Manor in the early morning, picked up Martha and Jimmy and drove to a
photographer's studio.
Seeing the photographer, Martha was slightly stunned. novelbin
Before her was an internationally famous photographer who usually took photos of world-famous
celebrities. Ordinary people had no way to contact with him.
"Mr. Fernandes, please take good photos of us."
Stefan shook hands with Mr. Fernandes who smiled confidently.
"No worries. With my skills, I can definitely present the perfect photos of you and your bride."
Martha was still in shock when Mr. Fernandes' female assistant came up with a gentle smile.
"Mr. And Mrs. Harrison, come with me to pick the outfits, please."
There was a large area behind the studio hall. In each section displayed various styles of wedding
outfits.
Seeing so many good-looking outfits, Jimmy couldn't help exclaiming with excitement, "So beautiful,
are they dresses for brides? Is Mommy going to wear them?"
Martha touched Jimmy's head, beaming with happiness.
"Stefan, I heard it was very hard to hire Mr. Fernandes. I didn't expect you could have him shoot our
wedding photographs."
Stefan hold onto her shoulders, chuckled and said, "I wish all I give you was the best."
Martha felt she was the happiest woman in this world, with Stefan loving her and willing to give her
everything.
She just hoped the wedding could be finished as soon as possible; she had started to look forward to
their life after the wedding.
"Pick up the dress."
"Let's pick you outfit first."
Martha pulled him towards the male clothes' section.
Though most of clothes were suits, they were in different styles and colors.
She took a fancy to a dark-red suit with dark fringe at a glance.
She felt it fit Stefan's aura and personality perfectly. Also, she was planning to pick up a red-colored
wedding dress to match this dark-red suit.
Just when she reached out to take it, Stefan was reaching out for an inky blue suit.
Both of them stopped and turned to lock eyes.
"You like red?"
Martha nodded and held onto his arm, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness. "Can you? I think it
would look great on you. Stefan, I want to see you in red."
"Okay."
If he had to choose based on his own preference, he would have chosen blue.
But since Martha liked red, he went along with it.
After picking out the dress, Stefan entered the fitting room while Martha sat on the couch with Jimmy.
"Mommy! Are you and Daddy getting married again?"
"Yes," Martha smiled. "Soon we'll all be living together as a family."
"Yay! Jimmy won't have to be separated from Mommy and Daddy anymore!"
Excitedly running around the store, Jimmy's enthusiasm was not curbed by Martha.
Before long, Stefan emerged from the fitting room.
The dark-red color really suited him!
Martha was quite satisfied with her choice and stood up to walk towards him.
"How does it look?"
"It looks great."
She took the tie from Stefan's hand and wrapped it around his neck from behind.
"Let me do it."
Despite being much taller than her, he still acted like a prankster by raising his head high up.
Martha pulled the tie down to bring him closer towards her.
"My hand is getting tired; lower your head some more."
"Okay."
As he lowered his head as instructed, he grabbed onto her waist and pulled her close.
Martha's heart skipped a beat; she could even count each of his eyelashes clearly now that they were
so close together!
His thin lips were within reach...
Martha closed her eyes slightly while tilting upwards for a kiss when suddenly-
"Mommy! Is this one pretty?"
Jimmy struggled to drag over a long wedding dress towards them; stumbling along cutely as if seeking
praise for himself.
Beige.
Martha furrowed her brow imperceptibly. It was too plain without any decorations or patterns; she didn't
like it at all.
But seeing how bright-eyed Jimmy looked at her, full of expectation, made words of rejection stuck in
throat.
"Well then, let's try it later."
"Great! Jimmy, go check out some more!"
Jimmy ran off with a smile, and Martha couldn't help but feel a little helpless.
"Why do I feel like Jimmy is more enthusiastic than me?"
Stefan chuckled. "We've been waiting for this day for too long."
He took her hand and led her to another area.
"Keep picking dresses; one set isn't enough."
The staff agreed. "Yes, Mrs. Harrison is so beautiful and has a great figure. Anything she wears will
look amazing."
Martha looked at Stefan and smiled. "I don't mind trying on a few more dresses, I just hope you won't
get bored waiting around."
"I won't," Stefan replied.
The staff recommended several styles for Martha to try on but she rejected them all.
After looking through several areas, Martha was still most satisfied with the red wedding dress that had
caught her eye in the beginning - it was unique, passionate and had great design sense.
"Stefan," she said suddenly. "I think I want to try on that red dress first."
Suddenly there was a loud crash followed by crying from a child nearby.
"It's Jimmy!"
Stefan's face turned serious as he immediately followed the sound outside.
Martha watched him leave before following after him herself.
The outermost area of the female dresses' section was in a mess.
Dozens of neatly arranged dresses were now scattered across the ground; hangers were bent out of
shape; meanwhile Jimmy sat crying on the floor.
Just as Stefan opened his mouth to ask if Jimmy was hurt or not, Martha beat him to it instead.
Her face darkened as she scolded, "Jimmy! What did you do? Didn't Mommy tell you not run around in
public places?"
Hearing this made Jimmy stop crying immediately; seeing how angry his mother looked made him
widen his eyes in fear. "Mommy, don't be mad. It's my fault…"
At this point, staff members rushed over, apologizing, "Sorry, Mr. Harrison, Mrs. Harrison, and this little
boy, the carpet here is uneven. We're very sorry about this incident. Are you hurt?"
Jimmy shook his head, "I'm okay."
Martha froze when she met Stefan's complicated gaze, suddenly feeling a bit flustered.