"How long did you prepare for this?" Sophie Wilson felt like her eyes weren't enough; the room was just too beautiful.
It had an ancient charm, yet didn't feel stifling. Somehow, this place made her feel so comfortable and beautiful.
"Do you like it?" Charles Seymour asked.
"I love it!" Sophie Wilson nodded repeatedly, walked over, and couldn't help but laugh, "You actually used red candles."
She thought these candle holders were fake, didn't expect him to make them so realistic.
"You once said you wanted an ancient wedding." Charles Seymour said, grabbing a wine jug and pouring two glasses.
"I was just casually saying that back then," Sophie Wilson said amused, remembering it was something mentioned in that questionable company, didn't expect him to remember.
"And you really made it happen." Sophie Wilson looked around, feeling emotional, "I didn't expect you to build such a place just for this."
"Of course," Charles Seymour said.
"Only we will use it."
