Bree’s POV
My dad dabs at his forehead nervously as I wrap my hand around his arm.
“A-are you ready, Bree?” He pats my hand nervously.
I swallow and nod, watching Erica disappear around the corner.
“Bree…I…I…” I stare at my dad as he stammers to find words.
Is he feeling guilty for making me marry some playboy for ownership of his company?
He should.
“Are you wanting to back out of the contract, dad?”
He pulls at his collar and dabs at the beads of sweat in his forehead again.
“I…no…”
Ms. Laura’s head pops around the corner and she waves us forward frantically while mouthing ‘move!’
I hear my dad take a deep breath and we follow after Erica.
The moment we turn the corner, I see everyone standing in the rows of chairs and I feel my heart start to pound hard against my chest
