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He looked in the mirror, straightening his bow tie, the blue-black very much set against his brown eyes, "Nervous?"
How could he not be nervous, he was getting married soon.
"Ladies are not allowed inside." He responded with a smile.
"You're all dressed up, besides, I'm not the bride."
Jubal shifted his gaze to the woman in the long navy green satin dress by the door. Not trying to embarrass him, Isobel smiled at him.
"I still can't believe that you're getting married."
"Yeah, it's like a dream."
"I'm glad you invited me."
"I'm lucky to have you and Grant to witness this day."
Chris was gentle and thoughtful, like it was destiny to be show up when he was at his lowest point, to be there for him through the hardest time.
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She remembered 89 days after them in tears and she closed the door of his place, the woman with dark brown shoulder-length curls greeting her downstairs, "You must be Isobel,"
"Yes, I am,"The woman who broke his heart and the reason why he chose to transfer to the white collar crime department. Isobel meditatively seemed to know the woman's identity, the reason behind the reason why he was no longer depressed after the joint meeting on the 26th day, and gradually returned to the optimist who said dad jokes and puns all day long.
"and you are...?""Chris. I left work early today, picking up Jubal on the way," footsteps came from behind her and Chris waved as he naturally wrap his right arm around her, "Rest well, Isobel."
"Ditto."
Just a simple genuine gesture of affection from the pair, not intended to make her jealous, Isobel was confused by the fact that it still made her a little sad. This was the second week of her relationship with Grant, a kind and gentle person, someone who was willing to listen to her and be there for her. As a doctor, he was more than understanding of the inconvenience of working hours and cherished the time they had together.
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Accompanied by the wedding march, he puts the wedding ring on her finger. She is holding a flower bouquet, and he is holding her hand.
Day 382. They are both loved by the one they love. In this time and space, their tracks have crossed, from participant to spectator, quietly being there, Isobel stands by his side; in another time and space, she, in a white wedding dress, kisses him passionately in a shower of roses.