Emma's POV
The justice of the peace was a tired-looking man named Gerald who clearly had better things to do on a Tuesday evening. Patricia had found him through some contact she refused to name, and he arrived at Alexander's penthouse at nine p.m. with a briefcase and reading glasses pushed up on his forehead.
James was there as a witness, still in the casual clothes he'd been wearing when Alexander called him. He'd shown up with a bottle of champagne and a look that said he wasn't entirely sure if this was a crisis or a celebration.
Maggie was there too. Nobody had invited her. She'd simply appeared.
"I have sources," she said when Alexander stared at her. "Now stop wasting time and get married."
David stood by the window on his phone, talking quietly to someone from the legal team.
