Richard POV
I stood by the side of the hall entrance. The entrance to the wedding with a plastered smile welcoming every significant one.
The wedding was surrounded with wealthy men dressed in suits with women clinging to them as adornment.
From their look, you would know they did not want to be here with their women; they wanted to be with small girls that would visit the hostel with them after now, but they could.
I should be happy, really happy that I grew from being a poor boy and depending on my best friend, who is now dead, to holding a five-star wedding that would be on the front of the magazine.
With my name written on it. Mr. Richard weds his daughter to Jackson Clarke.
But there was a problem: the people would question why it wasn't Charles, and as far as I know, they lov
