17 How I Met Your Sister (1/2)

Lyra shot a horrified glance at the man who still managed to look unfazed.

”Miss, I believe there's no need for wedding pictures. We were planning to get them taken outdoors and already made arrangements with a photographer,” Kurtis informed the attendant who was quick with her hands, whipping out a comb.

”Oh Mr. Wellington. This isn't a wedding photoshoot. It's a tradition for all of the outfits that Ms. Ivanna personally works on to be photographed in her studio before it leaves shop. I'm sure she would've informed you of the protocol.”

Kurtis stood up before the comb reached anywhere near his hair.

”We're both more than willing, but we can't take the picture today unfortunately,” he said to the woman who didn't seem to believe him. He then held out a hand for the bride.

”But Ms. Ivanna told us to keep you two. She's very hard to catch and she won't let the dress leave without the pictures as part of the payment,” the dresser protested weakly against Kurtis's sincere expression.

Lyra took his hand and stood up, leaning in towards his chest. ”We just remembered we have somewhere we really, really have to be,” she added before exchanging a sad pout with the groom.

The attendant seemed to understand and couldn't argue with the two lovebirds and showed them to their changing rooms. They were out of their outfits in minutes, speeding through the process so as not to be easily called back.

”We'll contact you for a time to come back,” the amiable staff added after taking the signed autograph from Kurtis and placing it in her bag.

”Thank you. I'll call Ivanna and let her know as well. Really sorry for the trouble,” Kurtis apologized before heading out the door with Lyra.

When the two walked down the stairs of the store and back into his sportswear, their smiles dropped into thin lines.

[I almost sinned again.]

”Designers are a difficult bunch,” Kurtis said in a drained voice while looking out the windshield of the driver seat.

The passenger let out a sigh too. ”I second that.”

”Speaking of which, why are you…” his voice trailed off. He honestly didn't have to finish the sentence for Lyra to pick up the gist of the conversation.

”A designer from Milan has a stopover flight at the airport and called Angela over.”

”I see.”

”Yep.”

”A twin comes in handy, huh?”