Lily
The entrance alone is intended to disrupt the wedding process. There is a very loose screw in this man’s head. He walks in looking all wet and muddy, like he has been living in the streets or maybe just survived some natural disaster. The old man next to him does not look any better. I don’t know what the dirty, plastic-wrapped board is that they are carrying, but it looks heavy.
They rush to the isle with all the cameras on them. The wedding is being broadcasted live. So much for an orderly royal wedding.
“I object!” he shouts
I hear gasps from our guests while his parents shake their heads, unimpressed. I have been with them long enough to know that they hate disorder. Their entitled moron of a son does not share the same values though.
“What?” I ask, utterly shocked. He is a
