Chapter 188

Maybe Cassandra had stayed in the bathroom a bit too long, because Michael ended up knocking on the door. She came out soon after, and the thing in his hand immediately caught her attention. "Hey, what's that, senior?" Michael was sitting casually on the edge of the bed, holding a sleek blue box. He patted the space beside him, motioning for her to sit. Then he opened the box-inside was a piece of clothing, bright red. Cassandra's heart skipped a beat. Could it be...? Was she thinking what she thought she was thinking? Under her hopeful gaze, Michael took the garment out. It really was what she imagined-a red wedding dress. Suddenly, Michael stood up and knelt in front of her. His deep eyes locked with hers as he spoke slowly, "I sewed this dress myself. Will you wear it for me, and be mine?" Looking into his eyes felt like diving straight into the ocean of love-Cassandra couldn't escape, nor did she want to. Her eyes began to mist over. She never thought she'd get to feel this kind of