RAVENNA'S POV
Everyone should have left as soon as the ceremony was over. I expected that, and I was not opposed to the idea.
Lucien wasn't the kind of man who would sit through an evening with hypocrites who would toast him with false smiles and clinking champagne glasses that they wished should be poisoned.
The second the vows were over, the priest pronounced us married. The ring slid onto my finger, and all the other necessities were done.
Suddenly, Lucien gave my father the most dismissive nod I had ever seen and uttered ignorantly, "We're leaving. There's no need for a reception."
It was like the air went still with his sudden decision. I stared at his stiff and stern look, and all I could see was exhaustion. It slapped my face like a faint, corpse-like stench, which
