Chapter 3
Over the next days, Jackson and I kept busy trying on wedding attire, scouting venties, and writing invitation.
Lucas and Olivia had gone to Crescent Bay for vacation, posting daily updates that radiated happiness.
While waiting for Jackson to try on a tuxedo, I stared at their latest beach photo, slightly zoning out.
Actually, Lucas and I had planned to visit Crescent Bay long ago. I’d first mentioned it when I saw a travel vlogger’s video and sent it in Olivia I’d originally planned to go with him for my birthday. But then Olivia sprained her ankle, and I went to care for her, postponing our plans But never did I imagine they’d be the ones going there together.
“What are you looking at?” Jackson emerged in a black tuxedo, a gentle smile on his lips.
I didn’t hide it, turning my phone to show him.
He looked down, adjusting his cufflinks. When he looked up, I said, “Let me help.”
After fastening the buttons, he’d seen the photos. He asked, “Want to go there?”
I shook my head, but then nodded: “Yeah.”
Though Lucas and Jackson were twins, after knowing them for so long, I found them easy to tell apart.
Lucas was the type who disdained interacting with others–always aloof and impatient.
Jackson’s eyes resembled his mother’s–crescent–shaped when he smiled, bright and captivating. His personality was sunny and emotionally stable.
“I’m not wanting to go because they went. I’ve wanted to visit for a long time,” I said firmly.
Hearing that, Jackson nudged me toward the mirror: “I know.”
In the full–length mirror, we looked like a perfect match.
The shop assistant stood nearby and commented, “You two make such a handsome couple.”
“How’s this suit? Do you like it?” he asked, leaning down slightly.
I thought for a moment, conflicted, pressing my lips together: “It just doesn’t have that wow factor, you know?”
I pinched my fingers together: “It’s missing, like, a teeny tiny something.”
Jackson looked at me and couldn’t help laughing. Under the crystal lights, his eyes sparkled.
“Sir, miss, are any of these wedding gowns and tuxedos to your liking?” the manager approached, noting our hesitation. “Actually, we’ll be receiving several gowns from overseas in a few days. Could you wait until then?”
“I guarantee these pieces are exceptional. We have the designer’s sketches if you’d like to see them, and we can explain the design concepts.”
“This way, if you please?”
I looked questioningly at Jackson, who nodded.
Then I smiled and said: “Sure.”
