Everything moved too fast after I signed the papers.
One day I was the girl who fainted at work, and the next, I was the woman the tabloids called the lucky bride.
Lucky. That word almost made me laugh.
The wedding was arranged in less than forty-eight hours.
Private, the lawyer said. Discreet, Leon said. Silent, I said, because no one asked what I wanted anyway.
They brought me a white dress that smelled like someone else’s perfume. It fit perfectly, like it had been measured before I’d even agreed. When I asked where it came from, the stylist just smiled and said,
“Mr Hart takes care of everything.”
I almost told her that was the problem.
The car ride to City Hall was quiet. Leon sat beside me, scrolling through his phone as if we were heading to a meeting. I watched the city blu
