(Alexander’s POV)
A month later, I stood at the altar of a grand catholic church dressed in a sleek black tuxedo with Daniel by my side dressed in a black suit. Waiting for a wedding I didn't want.
The air smelled of incense and fresh roses. Soft glow of candles flickered around the church Illuminating the sculptured designs.
People whispered as the music played.
They weren't whispering about me.
They were whispering about her.
The bride.
The fact that no one truly understood why I was marrying her. A nobody.
Elena appeared at the entrance, dressed in a long white gown, lace trailing behind her as she walked slowly down the aisle.
She looked….Presentable.
Not breathtaking. Not the kind of woman people expected by my side.
But she knew how to play the part.
And that was all that
