The wedding reception was just as Ali had thought, the guests were not more than a hundred, and everyone was dressed in luxurious designer clothes. It was very extravagant, from the decorations to the food and drinks.
She tightened her hold on Gerald as she struggled to keep her cool while Gerald conversed with the president of the country.
She noticed that even the waiters and servants had better composure than her. Her gaze shifted to the side where she felt an intense glare. It was coming from Bridget but the gaze of the man sitting beside her, which she assumed was her father, was the most unnerving.
His gaze made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, it wasn't like when Gerald glare at her, this man's gaze was very different, and intense.
"You can go say hi," she heard Ger
