My Blind Husband

Chapter 780 Is She Trying To Flatter Me?

The bride-to-be, a lively young woman who reminded Cherise of her younger self, was the reason for Cherise’s extra excitement. The wedding was a celebration of her closest friend of five years.

Lyra stood in front of the mirror, twirling nervously, and scrutinizing her strapless wedding gown. “Cherry, do you think this dress shows too much skin? Zac doesn’t like this style. Maybe I should go for something more conservative?”

Kareen lounged on the sofa with a bored expression and rolled her eyes. “Why do you always care so much about what Zac thinks? Wear whatever makes you feel confident! He won’t even be able to see it.”

Lyra paused, determination shining in her eyes. “Even if he can’t see it, I want to present myself in a way that he would appreciate. That way, he’ll be proud when he wakes up and sees the wedding photos!”

Cherise, diligently writing invitations with her elegant script, smiled. “Hmm, then maybe a more modest dress would be better. Zachary does prefer modesty.”

Zachary used to be critical whenever she wore something a little too revealing. “Come on, you’re a mother of two now! You should dress more modestly.”

Lyra knew Zachary well, perhaps better than his sister, Kareen.

Lyra’s face lit up. “You’re right! I’ll change my outfit!” With a lighthearted laugh, she disappeared into the dressing room.

Kareen rolled her eyes and settled back on the couch, observing Cherise meticulously write the invitations. Her handwriting was as elegant and delicate as she was, every letter perfectly formed.

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But Kareen knew better than to say anything. Her handwriting was a disaster, a scrawled mess that looked. like a child had gotten hold of a pen.

She had to admit, while she wasn’t the biggest fan of Cherise’s type, there was something strangely endearing about her.

Just then, a memory flickered in Kareen’s mind. When she struggled with the invitations earlier, Cherise had taken a pen and started writing, offering her help without a word.

“Hey, you,” Kareen began, a touch of awkwardness in her voice. “Are you trying to win me over?”

Cherise smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement, leaving Kareen to ponder the unexpected turn in their relationship.

Cherise’s pen hovered above the paper, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “Win me over?” she echoed, her voice laced with amusement.

Kareen’s lips tightened into a thin line as she leaned forward, her eyes narrowed in scrutiny. “Don’t play coy with me, Cherise,” she said, her voice low and serious. “If you’re not trying to flatter me, then why on earth are you doing my work? You practically jumped at the opportunity to write those invitations.”

‘Is she trying to flatter me to stay on my good side, knowing I’m Zac’s sister?’ she thought.

Cherise met Kareen’s gaze with a calm indifference, as if looking at a child. “Let’s just say I noticed the exorbitant fees of those ghostwriters you were considering. With your current financial situation, every penny saved is a penny earned. You should know you’re not exactly sitting on a mountain of gold these days. Might as well save yourself some money.”

Kareen’s mouth opened and closed, searching for a retort. But before she could find her voice, Cherise continued, “Besides, you’ll have enough expenses on your hands with Zac and Lyra to worry about.”

Kareen’s face contorted in surprise. She blurted out, “Who said anything about supporting them?”

Cherise smiled, her pen never leaving the paper. “You did, just yesterday.”

“Speaking of which, I couldn’t help but notice that the guest list is entirely composed of your family and friends, as well as the Miles. What about Lyra’s family?”

Lyra emerged from the dressing room as if on cue, her new wedding dress cascading around her like a cloud. She stood hesitantly in the doorway, her eyes downcast. “I… maybe… don’t really have any family or friends anymore.”

A flicker of sadness passed through Cherise’s eyes, quickly replaced by a determined glint.

“Who says you don’t have friends?” she said, her voice ringing warmly and kindly.