Dalia’s POV
It was already past nine in the morning when Samantha arrived at the mansion to pick me up.
She told me the civil ceremony would only take a few minutes, which meant I’d be returning to the mansion immediately after.
Of course.
It’s not like a wedding reception is waiting for us somewhere, complete with flowers, confetti, and a first dance to a cheesy Ed Sheeran song.
Nope. After signing some papers and saying “I do”—or “I guess?”—I’d probably be back in my room, trying to figure out how to play my newest role:
The fake Mrs. Daniels.
I let out a long breath as I stared out the windshield, watching the morning blur by.
“Ma’am, Sir Lucas is asking how you are,” Samantha suddenly announced.
My head snapped toward her. She held her phone, obviously on a call with Lucas.
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