Mikayla looked at him awkwardly as he held onto the certification of marriage that she just signed.
“What do I need to do?” She asked to move on from the marriage certification thing. Now they were officially married, they should move on, right?
“Maria will bring you some dresses to wear. Come down when you’re ready,” he replied. Then, he turned, ready to leave the room.
“What event is it?” Mr. Saate turned back to her.
“You ask way too many questions. Just do what I told you to,” he said with a stern look.
“Yes, Mr. Saate.”
“What?”
“I don’t know your first name. So, it’s the only way I know how to address you,” Mikayla said and he only nodded before walking out of the room.
Mikayla visibly let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding. His presence felt like a shadow, existing an
