In the Magnolia Ballroom on the first floor, the atmosphere was so stifling it was hard to breathe.
Because the bride had been swapped at the last minute, there was no time to redo most of the materials.
The welcome sign bore Amber's name, but the backdrop was still the pink peonies I had chosen.
Everything here had been chosen by Charles and me together.
Only today, the bride was someone else.
Amber stood on the stage, looking out at the sparse scattering of guests, her face ugly with barely suppressed fury.
However, she didn't explode.
Amber simply drew a deep breath, turned to Charles, and produced a gentle smile.
"Charles, don't worry. I don't care about all this pomp. As long as I get to marry you today, I'll be satisfied."
Charles sat at the head table, drinking sullenly and
