Haruto Nakamura
The wedding hall was already prepared before I even had the chance to say no. White flowers decorated the room, and guests whispered among themselves. Everyone looked calm—except me. I stood near the entrance, my hands trembling slightly as I stared at the man waiting at the altar.
About Haruto Nakamura
The wedding hall was already prepared before I even had the chance to say no. White flowers decorated the room, and guests whispered among themselves. Everyone looked calm—except me. I stood near the entrance, my hands trembling slightly as I stared at the man waiting at the altar.