SOPHIA'S POV
I stepped out of the cab, feeling the morning breeze against my skin. It was my wedding day. I chose to wear a simple, cream-colored dress I could afford for my fake marriage.
As I made my way to the entrance of the marriage registry, I saw Mr. Graham standing by his car. He was dressed in a black suit. He looked every bit the powerful and handsome businessman he was.
As usual, he wore a stern expression, “You’re late, Miss Clark” he said as he pocketed his phone.
‘Aren’t I just five minutes late?’ I hissed inwardly.
Without a word, he turned to one of his bodyguards who gave him a curt nod. The guard stepped forward, opening the trunk of the car. He pulled out a large white bag and gave it to Mr. Graham.
“What’s that?” I asked, confused.
“A dress. Put it on.” He han
