If anyone had told me just two weeks ago, that I would be standing in a registrar’s office wearing a white dress that cost more than my annual salary, and getting married to Sylas Gold, I would have laughed in their face.
If they had told my parents?
I would have been locked up in a psych ward.
My mother’s rough breaths were the only sounds in the room as the registrar finished calling out our names. I glanced behind me and spotted my father still staring at me in disbelief, like he had forgotten the very act of blinking itself.
Both of them stared at me like I had grown a second head overnight.
“Vera,” my mother whispered from the bench right behind us, she could not care one bit that Sylas could hear her. “You know you don’t have to go through with this, right?”
I swallowed, and ke
