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The whole week, I was absent-minded and eagerly longing for the weekend. But
no sooner I went out than I got extremely nervous. I returned back to change several suits of dresses and manage a better make-up and forced Yammi with me together. She is always optimistic to things.
The couture wedding dress remained the same, but the boy there was not him. I felt upset with a little angry, how can he break his promise to me? I was further irritable. And he appeared at the time. “Sorry to keep you waiting” he smiled, “have a try.” That is a close-fitting wedding gown, with black white flower. I put it on and looked the girl in the mirror: “is that me?” The girl seemed elegant and quite, hair was styled into a nice upsweep. The black dress made up the baby fat, the belt course was perfect. And the highlight lied in the lily, white lily, which was around thewedding dress. So beautiful!
Yammi and I were both satisfied and I decided taking this for photographing. But he disagreed. ”This evening gown is beautiful and you seem nice with it, but it covers your own taste, it’s not your style.” He refused to take picture for me.
Yammi and I were both felt discouraged. We cannot understand his stubbornness. But his words were deeply engraved in my heart:” You are like gardenias, I must find a wedding dress with gardenias for you, or I will not take picture for you.”
Gardenias, white gardenias. I searched it in the internet and saw the pictures. I was puzzled. But only next week, I can get the answer from Adam, the name of the boy.
