
The Perfect Bride – Tears Behind the Moonlight “Tonight’s party… if you don’t want to come with me, that’s fine,” Date said calmly. “And about the dress—if you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it. I’ll be waiting downstairs until half past six. If you don’t come by then, I’ll understand that you’ve chosen not to.” He buried himself in some paperwork, but when he looked up, it was as though the moon itself had descended from the sky. She stood there—Daw—in the dress he had chosen, its beauty amplified by her presence. Without a word, he took her hand and led her out, silently declaring his affection in front of the flashing cameras. The press had long been hungry for news about him, as he had never before been linked to any woman. At the ceremony, Date received an honor and an award. His gaze never left her, and when it came time to hold the prize, he gave it to Daw, not to his sister, nor to his childhood friend who had long harbored feelings for him and was determined to win ...