Tyr looked at Meow for a while, and seeing her face growing redder, he said, "Okay."
Meow breathed a sigh of relief. Good, good, he agreed. Otherwise, wouldn't she be embarrassed to death.
Meow blushed and said, "Thank you..."
Tyr asked her, "Have you eaten enough?"
Meow nodded, "En, I'm full."
Tyr glanced at his wristwatch and, with a cold voice, said, "Ten minutes, Marta will take the miss upstairs to pack."
Meow was surprised, "Eh? Upstairs, pack what?"
Tyr's expression was serious, "Aren't we getting married? Today just happens to be free, let's go register."
Ahhhhh!!!!
Meow's eyes were about to pop out, to-to-today?
Marta cautiously walked up to Meow, "Miss, please."
Meow hadn't reacted before Marta dragged her upstairs.
Marta chose a very beautiful dress for Meow, pink silk, exquisite embroidery, dreamy lace, paired with a lady's small hat, looking like a noble lady from the medieval era.
Marta held Meow's hand, "Miss, you look beautiful, go with peace of mind."
