"Third brother, you better do it yourself! Otherwise, everyone's not going to let you see your bride." Hudson Moore handed the wireless microphone to Liam Spencer, who pursed his lips and chuckled, not knowing how to start.
He had rarely sung since he was a child, and especially after growing up, he almost never sang. Singing was really harder than climbing the sky for him.
After a brief laugh, he looked through the crowd toward the bedroom with the microphone, and asked, "Maya, do you want to hear third brother sing? I'll sing for you alone when I take you home, how about that?"
Maya Spencer sat on the bed, completely still, hiding under the red bridal veil, grinning from ear to ear.
Then, the makeup artist handed her a microphone, and Maya, in a sweet and tender voice, said, "Third brother, I don't think I've ever heard you sing, just sing one song!"
