I was exhausted from interacting and attending to the guests who attended my wedding, even though their faces were not familiar. I stretched my legs one after the other while sitting inside the ride that was taking us back to the mansion. I can't believe that I was standing on heels for eight hours and my ankle hurts so much. I tried massaging my ankle thinking that Edward would at least show show some concern.
But he didn't. He did not even make a move. His eyes were fixed on the views outside.
The limousine ride back to the mansion was indeed a quiet war zone. Edward sat across from me, legs crossed, hands folded neatly on his lap like this was just another business meeting he didn’t want to be in. His gaze barely flicked in my direction. And that was fine with me. I didn’t want to lo
