She took out her phone and called Jarrod.

Actually, Jamie had been nervous and fidgety since this morning because she couldn't contact Jarrod. His phone was powered off.

At this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Jarrod walked in. He looked handsome in his tailored suit.

Jamie lifted the hemline of her wedding dress and trotted to him.

She pouted like a spoiled child. "Why are you not answering your phone? I've been calling you the entire morning."

"I dropped my phone. It's broken," Jarrod explained casually.

"Oh, okay."

Jamie didn't make a fuss about it anymore. But this time, she noticed that Jarrod wasn't wearing the dark red suit she had chosen for him. Instead, he was dressed in a black suit.

Although he was still handsome and charming, the whole black attire looked too somber. It lacked the joyous atmosphere that a groom should radiate.

She couldn't help asking, “Jarrod, why aren't you wearing the dark red suit I picked for you?"

Jarrod didn't answer her question.

He remained silent with a stern expression on his face. Looking at him made Jamie's heart inexplicably uneasy.

Jarrod was about to open his mouth to say something when Jamie suddenly said, "But it's okay if you don't want to wear it. You still look dashing in this suit, anyway."

As she spoke, she reached out and held Jarrod's arms, smiling brightly.

She said sweetly, “Let's go outside to welcome our guests. It's almost ten o'clock. They should be arriving soon."

But Jarrod just stood there motionlessly with his hands in his pockets.

Jamie shook Jarrod's arm gently. It was only then that he reacted.

He removed her hand and looked at her solemnly. "Jamie, there are no guests."

Jamie looked at him in confusion. What did he mean by no guests?