Ace of Hearts

Make it Official

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The wedding will be small his parents promised. Nothing big.

But Sehun had visited two adjoining ballrooms. One for the main event, the other for dining and partying.

On visiting a huge classic grand piano sat at the right back. A majestic deep red carpet had been rolled out throughout the center, where Namjoo would be walking and he waiting at the end for her. The officiator, a long-time pal of his father's Sehun had no idea existed, would be standing with him.

No groomsmen. No bridesmaid.

Because it was supposed to be small scale.

Didn't come off that way to Sehun, but of course, he had no say because mom and dad prepared everything. From flowers to the buffet right down to the décor. Deep blue table clothes with a glowing romantic lantern at the center. Rose petals spread over every table. The parents would sit at the forefront on plushy club chairs, the most exquisite, expensive type.

A huge chandelier lit up the room powerfully. That would be dimmed low enough to allow the lanterns to glow as Namjoo came down the aisle.

"Isn't that going to be such a lovely sight?" His mother dreamily exclaimed to him.

On the other hand, Namjoo dragged and shuffled her feet throughout his home. Telling him her fingers hurt after an hour at the nail salon. For the event mom had decided acrylic nails was the best.

Then one day she'd gone for a full body massage. He'd come home to find her dead asleep on the couch and wide awake at night. The screen on her phone had blared throughout his sleep he'd dug his head under his pillow. The following day he'd yawned a hundred times in a meeting.

The few weeks before the wedding, Namjoo had been chauffeured to a dermatologist, gotten hair treatment, and the worst of it; his mother had taken her to get waxed. Though Namjoo did not share the details with him, her fuming silence spoke the details of her feelings. Sehun had been smart enough not to say anything to her.

It had been hell at home with the whiner, but at times when he caught her staring at the ring on her finger his agitation disappeared. Knowing Namjoo liked the ring elated him.

She'd worn it while getting her nails done. She'd worn it while complaining about the oddity of her fingernails. To the salon. To the dermatologist. During her hair treatment. As she got her massage. And when she stood in the walk-in closet in front of her clothes, holding her hand up to the light, watching the light reflect on the opal and gems. He'd seen the twinkle in her eyes, the glimmer of a smile on her face.

Yes, he knew she liked the ring. And she still hadn't sold it on the market.

Not yet.

"There, perfect." Smoothing out the lapel of his tux his father gave his chest a pat. Stepping back, the elder man's eyes glistened.

Tears, maybe.

"Dad," Sehun said somewhat stunned stupid.

In his entire life he'd never witnessed his father so touched. It was just a wedding. No big deal.

"I'm so proud of you," his father touched his arm. "Today's your day."

Smiling, the old man nodded somehow appearing more fragile in age than before. Guilt swarmed him settling at the depth of his stomach. Sehun suddenly didn't feel so good.

He'd started the day with an open mind. Being driven to the hotel to get ready bright and early. Namjoo had woken up with deep sighs but saying nothing. Except in front of their parents both came off bright and cheery. So excited for the day.