Chapter 1942


    Hertha dragged Thssa towards the barbecue joint with a gleam of excitement in her eyes.


    Truth be told, Thssa loved spicy food too, but just as they reached the entrance, a sudden thought made her halt: "Let''s skip it. Maybe we shouldn''t do hotpot tonight."


    Hertha looked at her, puzzled. "What''s up? You used to love tearing into those super spicy hotpots."


    Thssa confessed, "I''ve got the courthouse appointment with Lysander tomorrow to make it official. If I dive into that spicy hotpot tonight and end up with a pimple, it''ll ruin the photos."


    "What did you just say?" The words hit Hertha like a ton of bricks, her wide eyes shining under the mall lights like two bright stars.


    After her initial shock, Hertha squealed and hugged Thssa, jumping up and down, "Oh my god, you and Lysander are tying the knot! That''s amazing!"


    Her excitement was genuine. Thssa and Lysander had been through so much, circling back to each other after all these years, finally ready to seal the deal.


    No one knew better than Hertha the roller coaster of a journey Thssa and Lysander had been on.


    Her outburst turned a few heads.


    Feeling a tad embarrassed, Thssa whispered, "Hertha, chill with the theatrics. We''re in public, everyone''s staring."


    That calmed Hertha down, her excitement momentarily teauing.


    "Alright, alright, let''s hit up that Korean restaurant for some bibimbap, get it without the spicy sauce. When did your skin decide it''s allergic to spice anyway?" In a sh, Hertha understood Thssa''s concern.


    Linking arms with Thssa, they made their way to the Korean restaurant next door.


    A woman''s gotta look her best, especially on a day as monumental as her wedding.


    It''s a once-in-a-lifetime photo op, after all.


    Hertha totally got where Thssa wasing from. If she were in her shoes, she''d be just as worried about waking up with a face full of trouble. Settling into a booth at the restaurant, Hertha bombarded Thssa with questions about her and Lysander, bursting with happiness and curiosity about their recent sweet developments.


    "So, spill it. What made you guys decide to make it official tomorrow?" Hertha nudged Thssa, eager for the scoop.


    "Just yesterday, when we went to


    check on the kids, I felt so guilty for


    not being there more. And then, out of the blue, Lysander suggested we go get the paperwork done,"O Thssa shared sinctly


    "So, Lysander feels like he owes you, trying to make it up to you in his own way?" Hertha spected.


    "Oh, wait..." Hertha leaned in closer,N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.


    lowering her voice so no one else could hear, ncing around to make sure they were in the clear.


    "Lysander''s been having trouble with his leg, right? How''s... you know... that aspect? Do you guys still, uh, have that kind of intimacy?"


    Thssa''s cheeks med up at the question, ncing around nervously as if the walls might be listening.


    Seeing that no one paid them any mind, Thssa''s ears still turned a shade that rivaled the bloom of roses in June.


    With a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, she whispered back, "Why do you have to start with such a bold question? Can''t you be a bit moredylike?"


    "Come on, since when have you


    known me to bedylike? If I were, I wouldn''t be Hertha. Spill the beans c''mon," Herthaughed, refusing to drop her tomboyish charm, her curiosity about the answer undimmed.


    Thssa knew Hertha all too well; her curiosity was like an itch that wouldn''t go away without a scratch. She needed details, or she''d be restless all day.