Daniella was in the middle of the living room, her heart pounding as she zipped up the last bag. She was packing her stuffs to threaten Desmond of leaving. Desmond had arrived from work and was on his way to the room. Daniella had arranged everything and was waiting for him.

For the past few daya, Anytime Daniella remind Desmond about the wedding, he would found some excuse, some reason to delay. Desmond walked into the room just as Daniella was about to drag the luggage out.

He was surprised. Daniella didn't tell him that she would be going anywhere. And looking at how she was prepared, he could tell...