MARIA'S POV
Finally, the morning arrived—the morning I was going to get married to my boss, Connor McAlister, the man who despised me so much. However, something had also changed in me. I was no longer the weak girl who imagined how miserable Connor would make my life after we got married.
I had undergone a significant change in this short time, and all I could think of was myself. I was no longer afraid of the inevitable—Connor's hate. That was because I felt like the hatred was mutual now; I hated him as much as he hated me. With all these thoughts on my mind, as my uncle Adam walked me down the aisle, I focused on masking my true emotions, much like how the veil masked my face. None of the guests must realize that this was a planned marriage.
I got called out of my thoughts when my
