CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Osana squirmed through the pastor’s blessings. She couldn’t have been more nervous if she were heading to her execution.
That annoying smile remained on Max’s face the entire time. Of course, his a*s was happy. He’s getting millions. What the f**k would she get except putting up with his a*s and trying not to throw up when they were together?
The pastor pushed up his glasses. “Now the moment we’ve all be waiting for. The vows. Maxwell Edbert Ace...”
Edbert?
Osana scowled under the veil.
“Do you take Osana Kathleen Royal to be your—”
“Pastor, excuse me.” Max pulled folded papers from his pocket.
Oh, God no.
“I’ve written my own vows.” Max opened the papers. “I’d like to recite them now if it’s okay?”
The pastor stood back.
Are you kidding me?
Osana choked the bo
