𝓡𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓪

Chapter 13

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Ximena and Ms. Kim went out for a spa day, while Minseok and the others do some work that they need to catch up on.

"I've never felt so relaxed before." Ximena says as she and Ms. Kim lay face down on the beds.

"Me too darling." She says.

The misuses came in and told them to relax as she started the massage.

"By the way, have you and my son thought about a date for your wedding?" Ms. Kim asks.

"Sometime around next week." Ximena says.

"Oh my! Isn't that a little bit too early?" She asks.

"Xiumin and I agreed to get married through a civil hall. We really don't want to make it a huge event. Just a small gathering and that's it. He said he would take care of everything. He just told me to go and buy a nice dress." Ximena says.

"Oh."

"My apologies. I would of loved for it to be a big wedding, but after the wedding happens, Xiumin told me that he going to be extremely busy with work." Ximena says.

"So you two aren't going to do a honeymoon?" She asks.

Ximena's eyes widen.

"We are still discussing it." Ximena chuckles nervously.

"As long as you two are happy, I'm fine with whatever you guys do. It's going to be your wedding day and you two deserve nothing but pure happiness." Ms. Kim says.

"Thank you so much for your cooperation. Your support means a lot to me. Xiumin should be very proud of the mother he has right now." Ximena says.

"You're going to make me cry. If only my son had your personality." Ms. Kim chuckles.

"My bad." Ximena chuckles.

"How about after we get massages, do you want to go and get your dress?" She Ms. Kim.

"Of course. I would love too." Ximena smiles.

~After the massage~

"How about this dress?" The sale associate asks Ximena.

"I'll try it." Ximena stands up and grabs the dress and goes into the changing room.

After trying on several dresses, Ximena finally found the one she wants to bring home with her.

"We'll be packing the dress. In a few minutes we'll bring it out." The sale associate says as she leaves.

"Ximena?"

Ximena looks at Ms. Kim.

"There's something I need to tell you." She says.

Ximena could tell that her expression became dull and empty.

"Sure. Tell me." Ximena starts getting worried.

"I want you to join me at my appointment tomorrow. I told my son it's a normal annual check up, but I lied about it. I've been suspecting that I have Alzheimers and tomorrow I'm going to see my doctor who will give me my test results to see if I do have it or not. And I want you to be there by my side." She says.