My Wonder Mom’s Versatility

I was sitting on the sofa in the dressing room, looking at my mother, who was in a white fishtail dress.

It was the fourth time that I've attended my Mom's wedding.

Her voice suddenly sounded. "Do you want to say something? Say it. I told you, don't be so timid."

My heart skipped a beat. 'Did Mom see through my thoughts?'

I looked into her eyes but dared not to speak.

I didn't know what to do.

After the makeup artist left, I slowly walked over.

I stood beside her with my head lowered, like a child who had done something wrong,

"Mom... Can you... not get married?"