"You look beautiful, Sister."
Riley did not even bother looking at the scenery around them as he just looked at Hannah's face. Hannah was not really saying anything to him at all and was also just staring back — but after a few moments, a look of disbelief started to curl on her face as she lightly hit Riley on the chest.
"Creep," Hannah raised one side of her lips as she glared at Riley, "I knew you had a fetish like that."
"I have no such thing, Sister," Riley tilted his head to the side as he once again looked at the wedding dress that Hannah was wearing, "Who is the unlucky man you are getting married to, Sister?"
"Haha, very funny," Hannah then lightly pushed Riley away, finally causing Riley to look at the rest of the people in the venue he suddenly found himself in — he was familiar with it, of course; it was at the back of their house, and there were also a lot of people there that seemed familiar if it wasn't for the fact that they had no face at all.
