When I got back to the villa, I received a text from Vincent.
Vincent: The hotel's booked. The second your divorce is finalized, we're getting married. And don't you dare back out.
A second later, he sent me the address.
It was the penthouse ballroom of the most luxurious hotel in the city. The place was nearly impossible to book, even if you had all the money in the world.
I smiled helplessly and replied.
Sharon: I won't.
Just after I hit send, I heard the front door open. Richard and Lydia were back.
Lydia pouted in frustration. "I can't believe someone booked the penthouse at the Imperial Grand before we could. They wouldn't even do the Davis family a favor. Now our wedding has to be held on the second floor."
Richard looked at me. "Sharon, don't you know Vincent? I heard you tw
