Ethan reached out and gently tucked the veil that had slipped off my shoulder back into place, his voice soft and reassuring.
"Let's go."
He slipped his hand into mine like it was the most natural thing in the world, paying no mind to Jude's hoarse, desperate shouts of pleas behind us. He led me calmly through the crowd of guests, who scrambled to step aside and clear a path for us.
We walked out of that absurd, humiliating wedding banquet hall, and a chauffeured luxury car was already idling right outside the doors. It pulled away smoothly, leaving the entire mess in the dust.
Just two weeks later, Ethan made good on the promise he'd made that day. He planned a grand wedding for me that took the entire city by storm.
The venue was a private lakeside estate, with countless white roses
