Brielle's POV
“What did you do?!” Hannah shrieked. “You married a total stranger?”
She dropped the mug of coffee in her hand. We’d met for dinner at our favorite café, supposedly to unwind from the day. Apparently, that plan was dead.
“You can’t be serious, Brielle. You met a random woman on a prayer mountain—whom you nearly hit, by the way—and somehow she still managed to rope you into marrying her grandson?”
I sighed, taking a slow bite of my food. “You’re not taking this very well.”
“How would I? You jumped from the frying pan straight into the fire!” She raised a brow. “Have you considered it could be a scam? What if they’re trying to steal your money under the disguise of marriage? I don’t trust this.”
“Hannah.” I lifted the necklace, letting it catch the restaurant lights. “She
