Vows
Emily
Four days.
That was how long it took for a leaked photograph to become a legally binding marriage, four days of dress fittings I couldn't focus on, security briefings I only half absorbed, and a phone I'd started leaving in a drawer overnight because I couldn't stand watching it, waiting for the next unknown number.
No second message came.
Somehow, the silence unsettled me more than the threat itself had.
The courthouse was smaller than I expected, elegant in a restrained way that suited neither the scandal that had forced this nor the strange, hollow calm I felt standing outside it in a simple white dress I'd bought off the rack two days ago because there hadn't been time for anything else.
"You look beautiful," Xena said, adjusting the collar of my dress with hands gent
