Chapter 353

The photographer held up two sets of clothes, one looking like a Western cowboy getup and the other a casual yellow dress.

"These don't look like the usual wedding photo outfits. They seem more like everyday clothes," Amelia said, confused.

Isabella also gave the photographer a curious look.

The photographer blinked, thought for a moment, and said, "Ladies, love isn't just about the big, romantic wedding moments. It's also about the little, everyday things. These outfits represent that everyday warmth and affection. It's kind of our specialty here."

After explaining, the photographer nervously glanced at Isabella.

Actually, Michael had sent these outfits over, insisting Isabella wear them for the shoot.

The photographer silently hoped Isabella would go along with it.

Benjamin whispered to Michael, "I think I've seen these outfits in your parents' photos."

Michael nodded. "Yep, when my parents got together and married, their first photos were in matching outfits like these."

Benjamin looked at Michael, a bit exasperated. "Are you trying to make Isabella like your mom?"

Michael rolled his eyes. "This is for my dad. He once said Isabella looks like my mom from a certain angle."

"But these outfits don't really fit the snow mountain theme today. Shouldn't you suggest something else to Isabella?" Benjamin asked.

Michael shook his head, his eyes soft as he looked at Isabella. "I have a feeling she'll pick these."

Isabella looked at the outfits, thought for a moment, then nodded. "You make a good point. I'll go change."

She took the clothes and called out to Michael, "Honey, come over and change too."

Isabella waved at Michael, who shot Benjamin a smug look before heading into the carriage.

Benjamin rolled his eyes. "Look at you, all smug! You need a horse with that cowboy outfit!"

Just as Benjamin finished speaking, the photographer had someone bring over a horse.

The red horse was already saddled and looked very calm.

The photographer looked at Benjamin triumphantly. "We are professionals!"

Benjamin smirked, impressed.

Soon, Isabella and Michael hopped down from the truck. Under the photographer's direction, they rode the horse and took several photos with a grassy background.

"Alright, don't worry, our horse is very gentle. Sir, place your hands on your wife's abdomen. Ma'am, turn your head and smile at your husband. Perfect, your expressions are full of love!" The photographer praised them continuously, snapping away with his camera.

Once the new photos were taken, the photographer sent a couple of them to Michael's phone, just like they had agreed.

Amelia draped the coat over Isabella again, and they chatted about the photos they had just taken.

Meanwhile, Michael stepped aside and sent the new photos to Kenna.

Kenna, who was reading a newspaper in a villa abroad, heard his phone ring. He glanced at it and then his eyes widened.

Kenna picked up the phone from the table, his hands trembling.

After examining the photo carefully several times, Kenna's voice choked up. "It's... it's so much like her!"

At that moment, Kenna's phone rang again. It was Michael calling.

Taking a deep breath, Kenna answered the call.

On the other end, Michael's somewhat playful voice came through. "So, Dad, did it bring back some good memories?"

Taking another deep breath, Kenna said angrily, "If I'm not mistaken, the background in your photos is a snow mountain, right? Listen, if Isabella catches a cold from this, I won't let you off the hook!"

Michael fiddled with his phone. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of my wife. You don't need to worry."

Kenna snorted. "Spit it out, why did you suddenly send me these photos? Are you just showing off?"

Michael chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Last time we talked, you were upset about me marrying Isabella. I sent the photos to cheer you up."

Kenna let out a long sigh. He knew what Michael was worried about and said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't stop you from being with Isabella. After all, she's my daughter-in-law now. In a way, I'm not losing out, but gaining."

Michael grew more curious. He had always wanted to know about Kenna's past, but Kenna never told him.

"Can you at least tell me, based on the expression in the photos, what did Isabella's grandmother do? Why is my uncle so good to Isabella?" Michael asked curiously.

Kenna snorted heavily. "You remind me of my dear wife. I'm feeling very sad now! So don't expect any information from me. If you want to know, ask your uncle. I can't be bothered to explain to you, you're not worthy of knowing!"

After saying that, Kenna hung up the phone. He then wiped away his tears, looked at Isabella's photo, and turned around to continue chatting with his wife's photo.

On the other side, Michael looked at the ended call screen, rubbed his nose with a wry smile. "They say old people act like children. I hope I won't be like that. If I am, I'll definitely tease my son or grandson!"

Mischievous thoughts filled Michael's mind. However, at that moment, the photographer had already started getting them to change into the third set of clothes.