Cameron's POV;
I am standing patiently at the foot of Mr. Gold's bed, waiting for the pastor and my soon-to-be bride to arrive.
An old semi-bald man suddenly runs into the room panting. Upon seeing Mr. Gold and me, his flushed face turns an even brighter shade of red.
"I'm sorry, sir. The traffic was terrible. "He apologizes, and just then, my soon-to-be wife comes in wearing a shimmering, full-length black dress.
She glances at me and then looks away with her face scrunched up and I take a peek at Mr. Gold who simply smiles back at me. He knows what a pain in the side his daughter is being and I can see in his eyes him begging me to tolerate her attitude.
I adjust the cuffs of my suit, as Tessa comes to stand beside me. And then Mr. Gold speaks.
"You can begin the ceremony, priest.
