Draven
“Looking good, Boss.”
“Thanks, Tony.”
I’m in a small room down the hall from the colossal ballroom Marnie, and I are getting married in. We’ve both done the church wedding thing, both of us marrying the wrong people. Neither of us wanted to go there again. The Elders wanted me to marry in church. Fuc.k the Elders. I’ve warned those fucker.s before what happens when you mess with me. I don’t give a shi.t what anybody else wants, nor what’s expected of me; all that matters to me is Marnie.
In the eyes of those around us, getting married in church would have made this wedding perfect. I have standards to set and an image to uphold. We talked about it for a while, but I could see Marnie didn’t want the big wedding in a church again. Which was fine with me because I didn’t want that
