Marry the Twins

A handsome man with a perfect body shape idolized by women looks dashing when wearing a white tuxedo suit. Yes, today is a big day! Because today was the day he had been waiting for the past five years.

"Perfect!"

The handsome man exclaimed when he saw his reflection in the big mirror right in the groom's dressing room.

"Perfect! You look so handsome, Young Master."

The makeup artist also praised the groom's good looks. Kleiner Rutherford Stonevrustarios, is the sole heir to a family company engaged in hotel, casino, and fashion. His business was not only successful in the country, but also spread from Europe to Asia. Today, on September 14 to be exact, Kleiner will marry the woman  whom he has kept in a bond of engagement for five years.

***

The Rutherford Hotel located in London will witness the wedding of the heir to the Stonevrustarios family this afternoon. His black hair was neatly combed and now, he was standing in front of the bride's dressing room.

With a beaming face, the man who is now 27 years old holds the handle of the door of the bride's dressing room. He was about to open the door, but he quickly gave up his intention when he heard a noise from inside the room.

"Ciara! Stop crying!"

There was the scream of a middle-aged woman, who was wearing the best maroon dress in her entireーDeslivear Demougust, or who was usually called Lily.

"Because it'll only ruin your dull makeup!"

Kleiner was busy listening to a woman yelling and cursing someone, but he didn't know who the woman was cursing at. Faintly, he began to hear a scream that deafened the eardrums for anyone who heard it.

"Enough, Mom! Will my sacrifice not satisfy you and Dad?"

Vyschella Ciara Demougust asked the mother in a trembling voice.

"I don't want this marriage either!"

The 21 years old girl's tears streamed down her rosy cheeks.

"Cyra is much prettier and smarter than you! Of course, you're nothing compared to her!" Villiana said.

"Yeah, I'm no match for him, but at least … I'm not tarnishing the family's name in public!"

Vyschella cried out in defence with her puffy eyes and there was no glimmer of life in them.

"What are you saying?!"

Villiana was furious. With a flushed face, her right hand was already floating in the air and ready to land on the cheek of Vyschella. However, something unexpected happened.

Crack!

Someone violently opened the dressing room door, who else but Kleiner.

"Mr. Kley!"

Villiana was nervous. Her face turned soft and tense when she saw Kleiner enter the dressing room. She quickly withdrew and hid her hand earlier. She brought her mouth close to her daughter's ear.

"Ciara, quickly hide your face and wipe those rotten tears of yours!"

"Is my bride ready?"

Kleiner asked as his eyes swept across the room, and he found something interesting and also intrigued him for a long time.

"Soon, Young Master."

Villiana answered the question asked by Kleiner while covering Vyschella's body so that Kleiner wouldn't see it.

Did Villiana forgot or was she stupid? Because Vyschella's reflection was visible in the large mirror, where Kleiner was standing staring at her.

"Okay, I'll be waiting."

Kleiner grabbed a chair that was nearby. He sat quietly as he continued to stare in the mirror.

Villiana grew nervous when Kleiner spoke the last sentence. She walked up to the laudatory figure of women all over the country and tried to get him out of the bride's dressing room at all costs.

"YoーYoung Master, it's not good for a couple of brides-to-be to meet. You'd better wait in the waiting room!"

Villiana tried to convince Kleiner. She had to be able to get Kleiner out of this room or her plan would fail miserably.

"Oh, okay."

Kleiner resigned himself to Villiana's treatment, but did not give up so easily when he saw the figure of a different beautiful woman who would soon marry him.

"See you at the altar, Cyra."

Kleiner feigned ignorance of the Demougust family's plans. And, not a single word came out of Vyschella's mouth.

***

Villiana led Kleiner into the waiting room at a quick pace. Her heart seemed to want to leave its place.

"Please, Young Master!"

Clack!

Villiana opened the door carefully. She followed Kleiner into the waiting room, which was right next to the bride's dressing room.

"Young Master, pardon me! But it's really not good, if the two of you run into each other," Villiana explained carefully so as not to offend the young master. She put on a face of empathy as a mask this time.

"Go and bring Cyra to me at the altar later! I can't hardly wait!"

Kleiner ordered Villiana calmly.

"Yes, Young Master."

"Hmm, Mrs. Lily, is there nothing you wanna talk to me about?"

Kleiner tries to uncover the Demougust family's crimes against him. Villiana felt herself threatened, she immediately shook her head.

"No, Young Master. I've nothing to discuss with you at this time."

"Good! I hope for the future, there'll be no more moments like this!"