Li was tying his necktie into a large bow. 'Madison can be a genius,' he thought. His tuxedo was hand-tailored white gloria (which is a stiff fabric, but glossy like silk), with greenish-teal leaves embrodied on the outer border. The shirt had classy stripes and a soft collar. The jacket had old-fashioned 'tails', which sort of accented the stripes. His short, white gloves were the only things that didn't have leaves, besides his shoes, which were white loafers.
"Hello, Li," Meilin said, stepping into the room.
"MEILIN?" Li nearly yelled, turning around to face his cousin.
"Yes, me," she replied.
"What are you doing here?"
"I... I want to marry you, myself. I know that.."
"A little late, Meilin."
"I know, but…"
Then she kissed him. Li pushed her away, disgusted, and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Meilin, get a hold of yourself. I don't love you in the same sense that you think you love me. And this isn't a movie or a soap opera."
"But... I love you --"
"No, you don't. You still have that old crush on me, and you're probably thinking that a crush is love. It's not,"
Tears started to run down her cheeks. Real tears, not fake ones. At this Li's heart softened.
"Listen, Meilin. You're a good person. Somebody is going to fall in love with you, and you will fall in love with him. I know that it might seem impossible now, but believe me, it'll happen. And I'll always be there when you need me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to wash my face and get to my wedding."
"Good luck..." she whispered as he closed the door...
