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The wedding venue was something Everett had brainstormed with a designer.
The whole place was covered in red roses, even the walkway was sprinkled with petals.
Dorothy looked at the scene before her, finding it vaguely familiar, yet she couldn't place where she'd seen it before.
Everett gently spoke up beside her. "In middle school, you once drew your dream wedding in art class.” She was stunned into silence.
That was so many years ago.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDorothy remembered the art teacher teaching them how to draw scenery and composition techniques.
She had sneakily glanced at her classmates’ work. They were either drawing vacation spots or their homes.
Dorothy hadn't traveled, nor did she have a home, so she decided to draw an imagined grand wedding.
In her imagination, the bride and groom deeply loved each other; their eyes were only for each other. After the wedding, they would have a happy home, perhaps even a cute baby.
She was envious of those classmates, as they could grow up in a complete family.
After all these years, Dorothy didn't think that Everett even remembered this.
It was just a random sketch.
Why a field of roses? Simply because the teacher taught them how to draw roses.
"| still have that drawing.” Like a magician, Everett pulled out her old sketch.
If not for her handwritten name at the bottom, Dorothy would have forgotten that she'd drawn it.
"You... How did you get this drawing?" Dorothy remembered that the teacher had collected it. After every class, the art teacher would collect their work as assignments.
"| asked the art teacher for it." Dorothy was speechless.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Because of this, the art teacher knew | liked you." Everett's gaze never left her. His lips moved slightly as he continued, "Then the chemistry teacher, then our homeroom teacher. They all knew." So, they were always seated together until graduation.
Dorothy was clueless about all this.
At that time, she was focused on studying and working. She never thought about anything else.
"Dorothy, you wanted to know what 0825 means, right?" Everett lifted his finger, slowly pulling open his shirt collar, revealing the numbers tattooed on his skin.
"August 25 was our first day as deskmates. | watched you walk towards me with your backpack, and, for the first time in my life, | heard my heartbeat so clearly. | forced myself to look away and not stare at you. It wasn’t until the break that | realized my palms were all sweaty." Everett's voice was low and raspy. It was magnetic, as if it were enchanted by some sort of magic.
Every word was slow, and every sentence was profound.
Dorothy was speechless. Aside from shedding tears, she felt like she had turned into a useless person, not knowing what to do or even where to put her hands.
All she could do was stare blankly at him, feeling the tears streak down her cheeks, one drop after another.
"You're crying." Everett lifted his hand and gently wiped away her tears. "Dorothy, you do have feelings for me, don't you? Dorothy, can we not divorce?"
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