This time, Primrose decided to let Edmund take the lead. After all, the last time she kissed him first, it ended up throwing her into a terrible life crisis.
As Edmund leaned closer, Primrose closed her eyes and lifted her face slightly. She stood on her tiptoes, but even then, he still had to bend down a little to reach her lips.
It was supposed to be their perfect second wedding kiss. Just the two of them, standing on the quiet balcony under the night sky, with no one there to disturb the moment.
But—
CRAAACK!
A bolt of lightning suddenly ripped across the sky, followed by a deep, rumbling thunder.
Primrose flinched, crouching to the ground while covering her ears tightly with her hands. Since she was standing outside, the sound felt deafening, making her heart race wildly.
Edmund, on the other hand, was left frozen, kissing nothing but the cold night air.
