Chapter 620


    Chapter 620 How Does She Know Gwendolyn


    As someone who had been there and done that, Camille knew she had to teach Gwendolyn well.


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    Lucy, who had been married before, also nodded in agreement.


    “That''s right. You have to change these habits once you be a married woman. I daresay I''ve


    never slept in once when I lived with my mother-inw. Even on weekends, she''d have me wake at six


    to prepare breakfast for the family.”


    Upon hearing that, Gwendolyn became even more fearful of marriage.


    As if it isn''t bad enough that I''m marrying my good friend instead of the man I love, I still have to care


    for my parents-inw. Oh, dear... How am I supposed to live like that?


    “Why does married life sound so sad? If I had known this earlier, I would''ve stayed single,” she


    lamented as she slowly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. “I''ll take a quick shower first. Can


    you get them to wait for me?”


    “Sure. I''ll let them have their breakfast while waiting,” Camille replied.


    Since Gwendolyn didn''t bother to shut her bathroom door, Lucy leaned against her bed and continued


    their chat.


    At the same time, thetter couldn''t help but think back on how poorly she had slept the night before


    and the recurring dreams that gued her.


    Argh! I kept dreaming about Gwendolyn''s wedding, except everything in it was perfect. The groom was


    Patrick, and they were both glowing with love and joy! s, that''s far from reality... Gwen is still


    marrying Zayden, and nothing else has changed.


    “How are you holding up, Gwen? Do you need to take some days off for the wedding?”


    Desperately needing to clear her mind, Gwendolyn stood under the shower and let the water beat


    against her body. Oh,e on... Is Lucy kidding me? Whoever has heard of a bride applying for


    wedding leave?


    Ten minutester, she stepped out of the shower and stared at her reflection in the mirror.


    My, my. I seem to have gotten skinnier, haven''t I? Even my face looks smaller and sharper. Ha! To think


    I''ve always wanted to lose weight before but never seeded. Now, for some reason, I managed to


    shed those pounds without even trying...


    With that, Gwendolyn chuckled resignedly as she proceeded to apply a facial mask and blow-dry her


    hair.


    I guess I have to put on an act again... As long as I do it well and set both Zayden''s and Grandpa''s


    minds at ease, they might just be able to recover soon.


    Not knowing why Gwendolyn hadn''t said a word, Lucy leaned against the bathroom door to check on


    her.


    The former lookednguid andzy, what with her still being in her pajamas and her hair in an utter


    mess.


    “Did you not hear my question?” Lucy piped up.


    “It''d be even better if I could skip work,” Gwendolyn muttered while drying her hair.


    The two women instantlyughed, except there was a hint of bitterness in both their smiles. After all,


    they knew and understood each other better than anyone else.


    As soon as Gwendolyn was done getting ready, Camille returned to the room with two bowls of m


    chowder.


    “Gwen, have some m chowder before your wedding. I hope you''ll be happy as a m from here on


    out.”


    Even though Gwendolyn had no older family members with her, Camille stepped up to the te and


    ensured the youngdy had everything in order.


    Her only wish was for Gwendolyn to have a blissful marriage and to live happily ever after.


    After taking the bowls from Camille, Lucy and Gwendolyn sat in the bedroom and began tucking into


    the m chowder.


    “Oh! This is delicious!” Lucy eximed before ncing at the other woman.


    Thetter said nothing as she stared nkly out of the window, and it wasn''t hard for Lucy to deduce


    that her friend was probably too upset to taste anything.


    She had wanted to cheer Gwendolyn up and put a smile back on her face, but now, she knew her


    efforts would be in vain.


    So what if I manage to make Gwen smile? It wouldn''t be a genuine one. Right now, she''s the only


    person who knows what she''s going through and how best to handle those emotions.


    After finishing the m chowder, Gwendolyn stepped into the guest room for her makeup artist to begin


    styling her wedding look.


    By the time Gwendolyn finished her makeup and put on her wedding gown, it was already past nine


    o''clock.


    Several guests had arrived at the house, including Felicia, Candace, and Zachary.


    Willow, too, strode into the house, only to ignore Zachary''s family and go straight up the stairs.


    “Mom, was that DK''s designer, Tiffany?” Felicia whispered into Candace''s ear.


    Thetter merely nced up the stairs and huffed. “How should I know? I''ve never met her before.”


    Felicia pursed her lips. “I think she is... How is someone that famous acquainted with Gwendolyn,


    though?”