Chapter 354

In this scene, Isabella and Michael spent over two hours changing outfits before heading to their next spot.

In the car, Isabella and Amelia were checking out the photos on the photographer's camera, making comments and cheering every now and then.

Benjamin and Michael were chilling in the back seat.

Benjamin leaned over to Michael and whispered, "So, how'd the talk with your dad go? Did he get all emotional, maybe even cry?"

Michael nodded, "Yeah, he probably cried, but he'd never admit it. I bet he's in his room right now, holding a photo of my mom, wiping away tears and reminiscing."

Benjamin chuckled. "Why do you always mess with your dad like that? That's not cool."

Michael shrugged, "He won't tell me the truth. Every time I ask him about what went down between Mason and Isabella's grandma, he clams up!"

Benjamin was taken aback for a second before saying, "Wait, something happened between Mason and Isabella's grandma? Seriously, do you really need to dig into that? What could've happened between a man and a woman?"

Benjamin's eyes sparkled with curiosity. He loved gossip, especially when it involved celebrities. And if those celebrities were their elders, even better.

"Let me guess," Benjamin's eyes lit up. "Mason and Isabella's grandma were a thing, but they couldn't be together. It became Mason's obsession. When he saw Isabella, she reminded him of her grandma, so he wanted her to marry John. It's like he's trying to fix his past regrets!"

Because that's how it always goes in movies and TV shows.

Michael sighed. He had thought the same thing but wasn't ready to confront Mason about it yet.

Suddenly, a car pulled up next to theirs, and through the window, they saw a bride in a wedding dress.

The photographer pointed to the car and said with a smile, "They're here for wedding photos too. The next spot we're heading to has even better scenery, so it's pretty popular. We might have to wait for a good spot."

Isabella curiously rolled down her window, and the other bride did the same. Their eyes met.

"Hey, it's fate that we meet. Wanna swap bouquets?" The bride from the other car looked even younger than Isabella, with an innocent vibe.

The bride held a pure white bouquet that matched her look perfectly.

Isabella looked at the bride, feeling nostalgic. She thought of herself eight years ago, young and innocent, dreaming of marrying John. But reality had shattered those dreams.

"Sure, I wish you a happy marriage." Isabella handed over her bouquet, and the other bride did the same.

Their bouquets met in the air, like a little exchange of love vibes between the past and the present.

"Your flowers smell amazing, thanks! I wish you a happy marriage," the other bride said, waving to Isabella.

Isabella nodded, "Thanks, I hope you have a happy marriage too."

With the cold in the snowy mountains, the two brides quickly rolled up their windows after the bouquet swap. They only got out when both cars reached the photo spot.

Once out of the car, Isabella exhaled, her breath turning into a white mist in the chilly air.

Michael walked over and hugged her, rubbing her hands to warm them up.

"Still cold?" Michael asked with a smile.

Isabella shook her head, "Not anymore, your hands are warm."

Michael grinned and pulled out a lounge chair. "Sit and relax. The car was cramped, and we might have to wait a bit because of the crowd."

Isabella looked around. The scenery was stunning, with several couples taking wedding photos.

She didn't refuse and lay down on the lounge chair.

"Do you want to lie down too? Did you only bring one chair?" Isabella asked curiously.

Michael squatted beside her and smiled, "It's okay, I don't mind. I'm not tired, but you seem a bit weak. Your legs are shivering from the cold. Let me massage them for you."

Michael rubbed his palms together and started massaging Isabella's legs.

People around them glanced over with gentle smiles. Isabella blushed a bit but didn't refuse.

Just then, the bride who had swapped bouquets with Isabella walked over with her husband.

The groom looked a bit shy and chubby but kind-hearted.

The bride pointed at Michael and said, "Honey, do you notice anything about this gentleman?"

The groom scratched his head and said in surprise, "Honey, are you feeling sorry for him?"

The bride rolled her eyes. Isabella couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth and shaking her shoulders on the lounge chair.

Michael looked up and gave the groom a side-eye. This guy's emotional intelligence was almost as bad as Benjamin's.

Benjamin and Amelia saw the whole thing.

Amelia laughed, holding her stomach. "This is hilarious. Honey, isn't this scene funny?"

Benjamin smirked, thinking his emotional intelligence was way better than the groom's.

"Honey, do you need to lie down too? Should I massage your legs?" Benjamin joked with Amelia.

Amelia rolled her eyes, "Oh, please, I don't want people to think you're pitiful."

Amelia laughed again.

Everyone was laughing, except for the groom, who looked embarrassed. Did he really say something wrong?