Mr. President Let Me Go

On the eve of her wedding, Vivian stumbles on a message to her groom Eric: “Are you sure you want to marry her?” It comes from his secret “little sister” hidden for over a decade. Worse, Eric cannot even recall her honey allergy. She sheds no tears and makes no fuss. Instead, she dials a number saved for fifteen years: Alexander, her fiancé’s elder cousin and the true Ford family heir. She asks him to fetch her and marry her the next day. Alexander has waited fifteen long years, memorizing all her preferences, even the unfinished page of the poetry book she read at twelve. Their simple wedding has no white roses. As he signs, his hands shake and eyes redden, vowing she is his wife. True love lies in quiet preparations and remembering what she has forgotten. Not “Mr. President, Let Me Go.” This time, he will never let her go.