The Kiss that Sparked it All

She continued, “And who knows if they even had a proper wedding? Maybe someday it’ll be you in a white dress standing next to Nolan, so you better perk up.”

Hearing Sienna’s words, Dahlia’s tears came to a sudden halt. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and nodded, “You’re right, Sienna. I can’t afford to mope around. At the very least, I need to figure out what’s going on with him.”

Once she saw Dahlia’s mood had stabilized, Sienna didn’t try to hold her back anymore, “Then head out and come back soon. Remember to use the underground parking lot to avoid the paparazzi outside; they’re just waiting to catch you off guard and make a spectacle.”

But Dahlia suddenly flashed a radiant smile, “I want the exposure. I want everyone to see how heartbroken I am over Nolan. I want him to see how much I care. It’s a godsend chance to make headlines. We’ll take it or leave it.”

Sienna was still worried. After all, Dahlia was a dancer, and exposing too much of her personal life wasn’t ideal. Nevertheless, she just couldn’t make decisions for her.

Sure enough, as soon as Dahlia stepped out, she was swarmed by a pack of paparazzi. She wore oversized sunglasses that covered most of her face, but her reddened nose was still a giveaway. In less than half an hour, news of her heartache was trending online, and everyone was relishing it. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“See, I told you that the Harris family would never fall for a mere dancer. Last time she must have played Nolan like a fiddle, but this quickie wedding has nothing to do with her.” “Dahlia didn’t make it, but the chance is even more slight for you who can only type away. That’s hilarious. Maybe she just watched a tearjerker and that’s why her eyes are red. Aren’t you afraid of Dahlia suing you with all the speculations you made?”

“I didn’t say she cried over Nolan. I just said she’s not the one Mr. Harris is after. If she was, would she need to scheme for this exposure? Wouldn’t she just sit at home or be a highbrow dancer who doesn’t bother with worldly matters?”

“Do you think everyone is as ambition-less as you? Some people love their art. She’s been dancing all her life, so do you think she’d give that up over getting married? Artists aren’t like you ordinary folks.”

And like that, a flame war erupted between these two netizens.

“Dahlia is an artist, but did you become one too by being her fan? If not, what right do you have to insult me? We’re all just ordinary folks with a modest income.”

Nolan, meanwhile, was oblivious to the online turmoil; he was simply attending to his business in his office like any other day.

Yet there was a difference – he glanced at the bright headline on the official Harris Group website stating he was now married. At least he was a married man to the outside world. It was a strange feeling. Despite the unresolved issues between him and Regina, a marriage certificate had now bound them together.

After their marriage, Francis seemed to have settled down quite a bit.