CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE WEDDING VOWS
The morning of the wedding dawned cool and bright.
There were no reporters.
No orchestra.
No extravagant floral arrangements.
No guests filling rows of polished pews.
That was exactly how Evelyn wanted it.
After spending three years living inside a carefully crafted lie, she wanted the truth to begin quietly.
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Emmanuel knocked gently on the apartment door.
"Good morning, Mrs.—"
He stopped himself with a small smile.
"My apologies."
Evelyn laughed softly.
"A little early."
"Only by an hour."
He stepped inside carrying two garment bags.
"Mr. Grayson asked me to deliver these."
Inside the first bag was a simple ivory wedding suit tailored perfectly to her figure. It was elegant without being extravagant.
The second bag contained a pair o
