“Valerie,” Franklin Winsworth reads out my name.
For a moment there is utter silence in the ballroom, and then the gathered crowd erupts into applause and cheering.
Wait… what? I won? Oh my god… I won. I’m marrying Oliver tomorrow.
Oliver, still squeezing my hand under the table, lets out a sigh of relief. As our eyes meet, I read the question implicit in them.
Is this really what you want? Are you really ok with this? He seems to be asking.
I nod, a slight smile curling at the corners of my lips.
“Congratulations my dear,” Franklin continues, his eyes sparkling with approval. “You are the final, ultimate winner of the Wedding Games tournament. We look forward to welcoming you into our family, as the new Mrs. Winsworth. Cynthia and I-”
“NO!” A male Russian-accented voice rings out f
