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Chapter 620 How Does She Know Gwendolyn

Chapter 620 How Does She Know Gwendolyn

As someone who had been there and done that, Camille knew she had to teach Gwendolyn well.

Lucy, who had been married before, also nodded in agreement.

“That's right. You have to change these habits once you become a married woman. I daresay I'venever slept in once when I lived with my mother-in-law. Even on weekends, she'd have me wake at sixto prepare breakfast for the family.”

Upon hearing that, Gwendolyn became even more fearful of marriage.

As if it isn't bad enough that I'm marrying my good friend instead of the man I love, I still have to carefor my parents-in-law. Oh, dear... How am I supposed to live like that?

“Why does married life sound so sad? If I had known this earlier, I would've stayed single,” shelamented as she slowly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. “I'll take a quick shower first. Canyou get them to wait for me?”

“Sure. I'll let them have their breakfast while waiting,” Camille replied.

Since Gwendolyn didn't bother to shut her bathroom door, Lucy leaned against her bed and continuedtheir chat.

At the same time, the latter couldn't help but think back on how poorly she had slept the night beforeand the recurring dreams that plagued her.

Argh! I kept dreaming about Gwendolyn's wedding, except everything in it was perfect. The groom was

Patrick, and they were both glowing with love and joy! Alas, that's far from reality... Gwen is stillmarrying Zayden, and nothing else has changed.

“How are you holding up, Gwen? Do you need to take some days off for the wedding?”

Desperately needing to clear her mind, Gwendolyn stood under the shower and let the water beatagainst her body. Oh, come on... Is Lucy kidding me? Whoever has heard of a bride applying forwedding leave?

Ten minutes later, she stepped out of the shower and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

My, my. I seem to have gotten skinnier, haven't I? Even my face looks smaller and sharper. Ha! To thinkI've always wanted to lose weight before but never succeeded. Now, for some reason, I managed toshed those pounds without even trying...

With that, Gwendolyn chuckled resignedly as she proceeded to apply a facial mask and blow-dry herhair.

I guess I have to put on an act again... As long as I do it well and set both Zayden's and Grandpa'sminds at ease, they might just be able to recover soon.

Not knowing why Gwendolyn hadn't said a word, Lucy leaned against the bathroom door to check onher.

The former looked languid and lazy, what with her still being in her pajamas and her hair in an uttermess.

“Did you not hear my question?” Lucy piped up.

“It'd be even better if I could skip work,” Gwendolyn muttered while drying her hair.

The two women instantly laughed, except there was a hint of bitterness in both their smiles. After all,they knew and understood each other better than anyone else.

As soon as Gwendolyn was done getting ready, Camille returned to the room with two bowls of clamchowder.

“Gwen, have some clam chowder before your wedding. I hope you'll be happy as a clam from here onout.”

Even though Gwendolyn had no older family members with her, Camille stepped up to the plate andensured the young lady had everything in order.

Her only wish was for Gwendolyn to have a blissful marriage and to live happily ever after.

After taking the bowls from Camille, Lucy and Gwendolyn sat in the bedroom and began tucking intothe clam chowder.

“Oh! This is delicious!” Lucy exclaimed before glancing at the other woman.

The latter said nothing as she stared blankly out of the window, and it wasn't hard for Lucy to deducethat her friend was probably too upset to taste anything.

She had wanted to cheer Gwendolyn up and put a smile back on her face, but now, she knew herefforts would be in vain.

So what if I manage to make Gwen smile? It wouldn't be a genuine one. Right now, she's the onlyperson who knows what she's going through and how best to handle those emotions.

After finishing the clam chowder, Gwendolyn stepped into the guest room for her makeup artist to beginstyling her wedding look.

By the time Gwendolyn finished her makeup and put on her wedding gown, it was already past nineo'clock.

Several guests had arrived at the house, including Felicia, Candace, and Zachary.

Willow, too, strode into the house, only to ignore Zachary's family and go straight up the stairs.

“Mom, was that DK's designer, Tiffany?” Felicia whispered into Candace's ear.

The latter merely glanced up the stairs and huffed. “How should I know? I've never met her before.”

Felicia pursed her lips. “I think she is... How is someone that famous acquainted with Gwendolyn,though?”