His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 202 Old Habits Die Hard

"Try it on, quickly." Isla wasn't as excited to serve as a bridesmaid. It was just another task to get done

and be over with.

"OK, before you try yours on, my cousin, first tell me if my wedding dress looks gorgeous." Becky Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

tugged Isla's dress. "This wedding dress, by a famous designer, is customized. There won't be

anything else like it."

"Dazzling, indeed!" Isla told the truth. It wasn't to flattered Becky. The wedding dress was truly

breathtaking.

"I am so happy to hear that." Becky was all smiles. "My cousin, you always have good judgement and I

love the way you are appreciative of this dress."

"My cousin, help me hold your bridesmaid dress and my husband's suit. Try on your dress while I take

off mine." Becky said, smiling.

With the bridesmaid dress in hand, Isla was about to change in a fitting room. The curtain wasn't drawn

but suddenly Aron came in. He had been calling Isla but she wasn't picking up the phone. He had

wanted to explain himself and now it was his chance.

"What are you doing here?" Isla tried to scramble and hide but Aron just stood there motionless. "Are

you mad? What do you think you're doing?"

"Yes, maybe I am mad." Slowly, Aron forced Isla into a corner. "Why didn't answer any of my calls?

Give me a reason right now!"

"How dare you ask for a reason?" Isla reacted to Aron's challenge with a sarcastic laugh "You should

have been ashamed in asking me!"

"Isla, I am marrying Becky out of necessity. Please give me a chance to explain...." Aron really wanted

to tell her, but Isla stopped him. "Enough of your terrible lies. I get hurt and humiliated every time you

open your mouth."

Isla cast a sharp and painful look at Aron. "Don't forget that you are Becky's fiance and my brother-in-

law. She is trying her dress on nearby, but here you are like a lovesick mad dog. You are making a fool

of yourself and of us! ... or do you harbor some evil motive?"

Isla continued. "It dawns on me that your old playboy habits die hard. You want each foot in two

relationships. What, do you want to have two wives?"

"You completely misunderstand me....." Aron was stupefied at Isla's tirades. Isla pushed Aron out of the

fitting room.

The attendants who witnessed everything looked at each other in amazement, unable to say a word.

"Aron, why are you standing here? Be quick to try on your suit." Coming out of the fitting room, Becky

found her fiance sitting in the sofa.

She helped Aron to his feet, placed the suit in his hands and pushed him into the fitting room.

Shortly after, Isla came out of her fitting room. The bridesmaid dress Becky chose for Isla was plain and

common with no special features. The deep purple color made Isla's skin look dull and her straight and

slender legs were hid. Becky made sure that Isla would not be able to steal her thunder.

"My cousin, you are very good-looking in that dress....." Becky managed to contain her laughter at the

sight of Isla and pretended to like it. Isla knew what Becky' was doing, but said nothing. Looking at

herself in the mirror and then casting a glance over at Becky, "It suits me well. I gonna go if there is

nothing else for me to do here. Please do not bother me anymore unless it is really important."

"I am afraid I will have to." Becky reminded Isla, "My cousin, you are the bridesmaid. You are supposed

to help me manage all the wedding affairs. It will also prepare you for your own wedding someday."

Becky was rubbing it in Isla's face. She was very pleased at Isla's less than flattering appearance. She

has finally emerged victorious after several years' struggle and sacrifice.

"It all depends on my schedule." Isla said faintly, she went straight to the fitting room and changed her

clothes. She did not agree to Becky's suggestion but did not refuse either. Anyway, the two knew

clearly that she would not go.

Aron, a handsome gentleman with a height of 185cm, looked great in the suit. It was reminiscent of the

time when Isla and Aron tried their respective clothes for their own planned wedding four years ago.

However, he was now with someone else.

Becky did not relent, holding Aron's hands in front of Isla. She asked Isla with a beaming smile, "My

cousin, do you think Aron is handsome in this suit? I chose well. This handsome man will truly be mine

in a few days."

"Definitely, you are better than many." Isla replied with great composure, fully aware that Becky was

showing off. However, Becky did tell the truth.

"Since all is done, I have to take my leave." Isla said calmly. Aron stopped her "Wait for a while, and I

will drive you back."

"There is no need for that." Isla declined with a cold smile, "You had better take care of your fiancee. I

can go back by myself."

"My dear fiance, what Isla says is right. We need to deal with other things." Becky didn't want to let

Aron drive Isla back, holding Aron's hands with great affection.

It wasn't easy to see Isla, however Aron failed to take the advantage of the encounter and to ease

things between he and Isla. Instead, things were getting worse. Aron had to helplessly watch Isla walk

away.

Becky stared at Aron's suit. "The waistline seems a little over-sized. Why not alter it?"

Aron was lost in thought, paying little attention to what Becky was saying.

Becky attempted to ask Aron to dine together, but Aron, on the pretext of business, took his leave.

This almost enraged Becky but she chose to put up with it on a second thought. Aron would marry her

soon after her four years' devotion. Once married, she has all the time to win Aron's love.