The Seventh Miserable Bride

Realizing that he had thought about something that he should not have, he shook his head and waved at Yasmine with a smile. "Do you want to take a photo?"

"Sure,"

Yasmine agreed.

Sebastian took out the camera that he had prepared earlier, and took a few photos of her. Yasmine came to him happily and said, "It's boring for me to shoot alone all the time. Let's take a photo together." "Okay."

Sebastian asked a passer-by to help them out, and the man was American. The American took his camera and helped them take their first ever picture together.

"Not bad."

Yasmine stared at the photo in the camera and smiled from ear to ear.

"Where do you want to go next?"

"The Sacred Heart Cathedral."

"Okay."

Sebastian teased her and said, "You've never been to Paris, but you know quite well about the buildings here."

"That's right. I haven't been here, but I've seen them on TV." The Sacred Heart Cathedral was built on Montmartre, and it was a religious place of worship. Montmartre had a winding path with elegant street lights, and shining neon lights. It had the beautiful scenery of the city. It was a romantic place in Paris. It was also a place that was harmonious with elements of religions, arts, and love, which was why the Sacred Heart Cathedral was surrounded by a fairy- like romantic vibe and elegant scenery. Compared to the Notre-Dame, the Sacred Heart Cathedral was more visited by travellers at large. There were lots of shops and restaurants around so the air was filled with the scent of savoury food. When the weather was good, there would be many people visiting and the scene would be so pretty as if it was painted by an artist.

When they arrived at the cathedral, Yasmine pulled Sebastian's sleeve and said, "Shall we make a wish?"

"Well, okay, you go."

"What? Don't you want to go?"

"Why would a man make a wish?"

"What? A man can't make a wish? No, you have to

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go.

Without saying further, Yasmine pulled him to the front of the statue. Then she put her hands together devoutly and prayed respectfully in silent, "Almighty God, please give me, and the man beside me, strength, so that we will never be separated for the rest of our lives. We'll grow old together, hand in hand."

She opened her eyes and glanced at Sebastian. "Have you made your wish?"

"Yes."

"What did you wish for?"

"It won't come true if I say it out."

"It's okay, tell me. I want to know."

He cleared his throat and said, "Almighty God, my lover's wish is my wish. Please don't forget me while fulfilling her wish."

Yasmine sneered and said, "What? You're not sincere."

It was getting dark, and the two of them left the Sacred Heart Cathedral. They went to the restaurant at the foot of the mountain and had authentic snacks. Yasmine did not want to go back to the hotel so early, so she suggested to take a walk around the Seine.

The Seine at night was as beautiful as a painting. The evening breeze blew on their faces, making them feel very comfortable. They walked along the river for a while, and Yasmine felt that her throat was dry, so she said casually, "I'm a little thirsty."

Sebastian stopped and said, "I'll buy you some water."

"Where are you going? There seems to be no shops nearby."

"I know a place. Wait for me here, I'll be back soon." "All right."

Sebastian turned around and walked away. After a few steps, he turned back and said, "Don't move. I won't be responsible if you get lost." Yasmine smiled and said, "Got it."

When Sebastian's disappeared from her sight, she wandered around in boredom. Suddenly, she heard the sound of rock and roll. She was excited and looked around. Soon, she was sure that the music was coming from the east.

She thought that Sebastian would not be back so soon. Even if he came back, she could use her mobile phone to contact him. Out of curiosity, she followed the music and came to a lively open space. It took her a lot of effort to squeeze through the crowd to the front. It turned out that it was a band busking. There were three men and a woman. The lead singer was very handsome, he was holding a big guitar and singing a song that Yasmine liked very much. She was surprised to hear people singing her favorite song in this foreign country. When the song was over, she clapped hard and took out her wallet from her pocket. When she was about to take out the money, a black hand reached out and grabbed her purse in a flash.

"Thief! Stop right there!"

Yasmine roared angrily and chased after him.

She was a woman. No matter how fast she ran, it was impossible for her to run faster than a man. When she was feeling desperate, a man outran her and chased after the thief.

The man flashed in front of her like a bolt. She was so anxious, realizing that she had something important in her wallet, that she forgot about Sebastian who went to buy water for her. Perhaps the thief did not have the strength to run further. He threw the wallet on the ground and went into a dark forest.

Yasmine was exhausted. She squatted on the ground and gasped. The man picked up the wallet and gave it back to her. "See if there's anything missing."

She looked up slowly and was surprised to find that the man who helped her chase after the thief turned out to be the handsome young man who was the lead singer of the band.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

She received it with gratitude and pulled open her wallet zipper. When she saw that her photo with Sebastian was still in it, she was relieved.

"You didn't lose anything, did you?"

"No, thank you very much."

She thanked him again and again. The man smiled and said, "You're welcome. It's no big deal."

"By the way," she said while taking out a few dollars from her wallet, "You sing very well. I like it very much."

"It's good that you like it. Never mind the money."

"Why?" Yasmine asked quizzically.

"Don't buskers sing for a living? This person is very strange, he doesn't want my money," Yasmine thought in her heart.

"I have a stable job. It was just a whim tonight, I'm performing for free."

"Oh, I see." She smiled with embarrassment. She almost forgot that dreams could not be measured by money.

"Are you alone?" he asked.

Only then did Yasmine finally thought of Sebastian. She patted her head and said, "Oh no! I came with my husband. He must be anxious if he can't find me." "It's all right. Give him a call."

"Right, right."

She put her hand to her pocket in a panic, and her face froze. "Oh no, I lost my phone."

The man shrugged and said, "You're not so unlucky, right?"

"I'm serious. What should I do? Where's this place?" Yasmine was so anxious that she almost went crazy.

"Don't worry, you should go back to the place where you both separated just now. He should be waiting for you there."

"Okay. What about you?" She thought that his band should be waiting for him at the same place.

"Let's go together."

The two of them walked back side by side. Yasmine asked curiously, "What's your name?"

"Ethan Rowling, what about you?"

"I'm Yasmine Taylor. Your name is so special. The surname Rowling?"

"Haven't you heard of it?" He asked.

"No." She replied. "What's the surname of Harry Potter's author?" He asked again.

"Rowling." She answered simply.

"Do you still feel that it's weird now?" This Ethan was clever with his words.

"Nope." Yasmine tried to figure it out. "Could it be that you and J.K. Rowling are relatives?"

"No, why would she have a relative who plays music?" He almost laughed.

She smiled and said, "So, the relative of a writer must be also a writer."

"Even if her relative is not a writer, he or she should at least have something to do with literature. Just like how Maya Angelou is a poet, and Edgar Allen Poe is a writer."

Yasmine was a little surprised. "You don't seem like a full-time musician. You must be an avid reader, are you not?"

Ethan's eyes darkened. "These days, it's not unusual for people who never studied much to pretend like they read a lot."

When they arrived at the riverside where she was separated from Sebastian just now, Yasmine thanked him again. "Thank you for everything today."

"You're welcome."

Ethan looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "I'll wait with you. It's not really safe here at night."

Yasmine's good impression of him grew even stronger. "Thank you so much." "There's no need to thank me so much. If you're being so polite, I'll leave." He said.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it again."

The two of them sat on a bench on the side of the road and began to chat. Yasmine got along very well with him. She suddenly said, "Why do I feel that you look a little familiar? Have I seen you before?" Ethan burst into laughter. "Everyone who sees me says so. It's really a burden to look like a superstar."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic."

As soon as Yasmine finished her sentence, she heard a familiar voice calling her from a distance. She stood up and said, "It seems like my husband is here."

She ran over to the voice and waved her hand hard. "Sebastian, I'm here."

Sebastian saw her and ran to her quickly. He asked while panting, "Where did you go?"

"I went to listen to a band performance. Then..."

"Didn't I tell you not to run around? Why didn't you listen to me?"

Sebastian's face was gloomy. Yasmine felt guilty and said, "I'm sorry. I was just curious and wanted to have a look. But I didn't expect that my wallet would be stolen. I ran after the thief and also lost my phone. In the end, I couldn't find you and had to wait for you here."

"Why didn't the thief steal you?"

She said with a fake smile, "How can I, an adult, be stolen? Even if I was stolen, I would not be afraid. Someone will save me."

"Oh yes, let me introduce a hero to you." She continued.