Grey whispered in Esme’s ear, “Mom, you are making me embarrassed.”

Esme: “It’s okay.”

Priscilla furiously gazed at Esme.

Grey smiled and loudly claimed, “My mom is joking, don’t be serious.”

Grey looked at Priscilla and mumbled, “Miss Rimiley, you look gorgeous but not my type.”

Dylan: “Grey, what are you doing here?”

Grey: “Hey, my mom’s car got out of order so I gave her a lift here.”

Esme and Grey stepped toward Dylan and Sasha.

Esme (to Sasha): “She looks like a goddess.”

Priscilla’s Fashion designer was also standing with Sasha; her name was Natalia.

Natalia: “She would have looked better if she had bridal makeup.”

Sasha: “Then why didn’t you do that?”

Natalia: “I was going to start her makeup but she prohibited that and said that she is a model, not a real bride. Moreover, she also said that she will be showing off the dress; so I have to give more attention to her dressing instead of her face makeup.”

Dylan: “She is Priscilla; she always does whatever she wants.”

Grey: “I thin