---- Chapter 4 Lars didn't come home that night. So much for his promise. And not just that night... He disappeared for the next few days, too. The entire time, I never reached out to him. It was only during a casual phone call with Candice that she mentioned, "You haven't heard? He's on another business trip with Pearl." Her again. Still, their trips gave me enough time to keep packing. Seven days left on the calendar. That afternoon, I was sorting clothes in my dressing room. My phone rang- it was Candice. "Bianca, did you put the wrong address for your package?" "What package?" "Your wedding dress! It was delivered to the office, addressed to you." She couldn't hide the excitement ---- in her tone, eager to hear the latest gossip about me. " He really went all out, let me tell you that! It's a haute couture wedding dress from Felicity Couture, easily seven figures!" My heart sank, and I drove straight to the company. I opened the parcel, wrapped in champagne-colored satin. The dress was definitely my size, but something was off. This didn't fit Lars' modus operandi. Even though the company made good money over the years, he had always been careful about spending. He would never splurge on something as extravagant as a wedding dress. Besides... He never really planned on marrying me. As I was thinking it over, my phone rang again. This time, it was my mother. "Did you get the wedding dress, sweetheart? Mr. Farrell, Royce's father, is putting a lot of thought into your marriage. I told him you'd be back in Botolph City in two weeks, and he's already started to prepare the wedding. He even picked out the dress himself and sent it ahead of time, so you could try it on and ---- see if the size matches." "Mom, did you give them my office address?" "Yes, why? Did your company move?" "No." I took a deep breath and calmed myself. "I'll send you my new address. Send everything wedding- related there from now on." "Alright," she quickly said, her satisfaction obvious. " Oh, right. Royce's family is very enthusiastic, and they want you home as soon as possible. They say you can choose any kind of wedding you like. Do you want to pick the wedding planners yourself?" "Tt's fine, I don't have any demands." My voice was soft. "You can handle it however you think best." "Wedding...?" A cold voice interjected. I quickly hung up and turned around. Lars was standing behind me, still in his black suit, looking confused. I looked up at him. "You're back from your trip?" "Yeah." He avoided my eyes as his gaze landed on the wedding dress. He frowned. "Bianca, I already told Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!