"Why is he here? Don't tell me he's here to crash the wedding..."
Whispers spread through the guests like wildfire.
Damien's expression hardened the moment he saw Lucien.
"What are you doing here, Cross?"
"Picking up the future Mrs. Cross. Taking her home."
Lucien stopped in front of me, a warm, easy smile on his face. Since my marriage to Damien, we hadn't seen each other once. Now, standing before me again after all these years, he looked exactly the same as I remembered.
"Mrs. Cross?"
Damien's brow furrowed sharply. His gaze snapped to me.
I didn't deny it. I simply smiled.
"You're earlier than I expected, Mr. Cross."
"I requested a private flight corridor."
His tone was light, almost playful.
"I already missed my chance once. And the elders back home have been nagging me ab
