HIS WOMAN| J.JK

Chapter 17

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The day before my wedding found me in Daegu, a city I had never visited before. Despite my curiosity to explore this new place, Mrs. Jeon, my soon-to-be mother-in-law, insisted that I stay confined within the luxurious confines of our hotel room. Her demeanour was sophisticated, yet there was an air of wit and self-centeredness about her that left me slightly unsettled. However, I reminded myself that she was going to be my mother-in-law, and I had to navigate this new dynamic with grace.

As Mrs. Jeon gave me instructions on how to carry myself like a lady of wealth and stature, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping in. Her words were laced with expectations and demands, painting a picture of a world filled with extravagance and opulence that I wasn't accustomed to.

"It's important to make a good impression, dear," Mrs. Jeon remarked, her tone firm yet tinged with a hint of superiority. "You represent our family now, so you must act accordingly."

I nodded, masking my discomfort with a polite smile. Inside, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being thrust into a role that didn't quite fit me. But as the day unfolded, more unsettling revelations came to light.

I learned that one of Mrs. Jeon's sons was absent from the wedding festivities. His absence hung in the air like a shadow, casting doubt and suspicion over the otherwise joyous occasion.

As I sat pondering the rich history of Jeon Enterprises and the upcoming wedding, a soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I looked up, curious yet slightly apprehensive about who might be on the other side.

To my surprise, in walked a person carrying a wedding gown on a mannequin. The gown was utterly stunning, with intricate lace and beadwork that shimmered in the soft light of the room.

The wedding gown that entered the room on a mannequin was a breathtaking masterpiece of bridal couture. Its appeYnnce was nothing short of spectacular, designed to captivate anyone who laid eyes on it. The gown was a symphony of intricate details and luxurious fabrics, exuding an aura of elegance and grandeur.

The most striking feature of the gown was its elaborate lacework and beadwork. Delicate lace patterns adorned the bodice and sleeves, creating a mesmerising display of craftsmanship. The beads, meticulously sewn onto the lace, caught the light in a dazzling array of shimmering reflections, adding a touch of opulence to the ensemble.

The silhouette of the gown was equally impressive. It boasted a fitted bodice that accentuated the curves before cascading into a voluminous skirt with layers of tulle and organza. The skirt billowed out in a graceful manner, creating a dramatic yet ethereal effect as it pooled around the mannequin's feet.

The gown's train was another standout feature, extending behind it in a lavish display of fabric. The train was adorned with additional lace motifs and intricate beading, enhancing its regal appeYnnce. However, the sheer size and weight of the train hinted at the challenges it might pose for the wearer, especially in terms of mobility and manoeuvrability.

Overall, the gown was a true work of art, fit for a fairy-tale wedding or a royal celebration. Its opulent design, exquisite craftsmanship, and attention to detail made it a showstopper, leaving a lasting impression on anyone fortunate enough to behold its beauty.

The gown before me was utterly stunning, a masterpiece of lace and satin, but the thought that echoed in my mind was, "Can I even wear this?"

I should have joined the gym months ago, I thought ruefully, eyeing the intricate details of the gown. It seemed to mock me with its elegance and grandeur, reminding me of my lack of prepYntion for this momentous occasion.

Summoning all my courage, I took a tentative step toward the gown, eyeing it like a curious kid in a candy store. The fabric shimmered in the soft light, beckoning me closer yet filling me with a sense of trepidation.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" a voice interrupted my internal turmoil.

I turned to see the dressmaker standing nearby, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "It's stunning," I replied, trying to mask my uncertainty with enthusiasm.

"Ah, but the real question is, can you handle it?" she teased, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

I laughed nervously, knowing she had hit the nail on the head. "That's the million-dollar question," I quipped, my tone a mix of humour and apprehension.

With a gentle pat on my shoulder, the dressmaker reassured me, "Don't worry, dear. We'll make sure it fits like a dream. Just remember to breathe when you walk down the aisle."

I nodded, grateful for her words of encouragement. As I looked back at the gown, a sense of determination welled up within me. Yes, it was heavy, and yes, it was extravagant, but it was also a symbol of the love and commitment I was about to embark on.

With newfound resolve, I reached out and touched the gown, feeling the soft fabric under my fingertips. It was a moment of both fear and excitement, a prelude to the grand adventure that awaited me as I stepped into the world of wedded bliss.

And as I imagined myself gliding down the aisle in that beautiful gown, I couldn't help but smile at the absurdity and joy of it all.

As I stood in front of the gown, its pristine beauty almost intimidating, a whirlwind of thoughts engulfed me. Was I making the right decision? The weight of my choices bore down on me like a heavy burden, threatening to drown out any sense of certainty.

I had confided in Ella, pouring out my heart about the upcoming marriage during our post-clubbing rendezvous. Her reaction, a mixture of surprise and disappointment, lingered in my mind like a haunting melody. I could still see the flicker of concern in her eyes, a silent question hanging in the air—was I sure about this?

But now, as I tried to reach out to her for a discussion, she seemed elusive, her phone ringing unanswered. It added to the growing sense of doubt and unease gnawing at me from within. Did her silence signify something deeper, something unspoken?

With a sigh, I sat down on the edge of my bed, the gown casting a shadow over me. "What am I doing?" I whispered to myself, the question echoing in the quiet room.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. It was my mother, her gentle presence a comfort in my moment of turmoil. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" she asked, concern etched in her features.

I looked up at her, grateful for her understanding gaze. "I don't know, Mom," I admitted, the weight of indecision heavy on my shoulders. "I just... I don't know if I'm doing the right thing."

She sat down beside me, a reassuring hand on my back. "Marriage is a big step, darling. It's natural to have doubts," she said softly, her voice carrying years of wisdom and experience. "But ultimately, you have to follow your heart."

I nodded, absorbing her words like a lifeline in the stormy sea of uncertainty. "I just wish Ella would answer my call. I need her perspective," I confessed, feeling a pang of longing for her insight and understanding.

"We'll figure it out together," Mom reassured me, her warmth enveloping me like a protective embrace. "And remember, whatever you decide, we're here for you."

As I looked at the gown once more, a sense of resolve mingled with my doubts. The journey ahead was filled with twists and turns, but knowing that I had my family by my side gave me the strength to face whatever lay ahead.