Anthony.
“Why am I hot and anxious?“ I asked no one as I walked down the aisle alone.
I think I do have an idea why I feel this way because since the minute Darcy left my office, I haven’t been feeling so much better.
My stomach chunked as I remembered her words. What the f**k is wrong with me and why am I acting like a f*****g coward?
“Alpha Anthony, congratulations.” The weeding officiate uttered, bringing his hand forward.
Like someone that had been possessed, I couldn’t make any movement for two damn minutes as I stared at his hand while he lets out a dry laugh.
Something fell behind me that got me out of the terrace I had found myself and I took his hand. “Thank you.”
As I stood by the stage, I reminded myself that whatever Darcy had said doesn’t mean anything and Bridget is t
