RAYMOND POV
“Do you, Raymond, take Ava to be your wedded wife?” the pastor asked.
“Yes, I do,” I said without hesitation.
“And do you, Ava, take Raymond as your wedded husband?”
“Yes, I do,” she replied softly.
Ava looked stunning, she looked incredible—her wedding gown hugged her perfectly, her hair elegantly done
but I reminded myself this was fake—a six-month deal, nothing more.
The ceremony passed in a blur, the church packed with unfamiliar faces—businessmen, investors, politicians, socialites, The whole thing felt excessive, thanks to Grandma’s for making everything go this far, despite the fact I pleaded for a low key wedding
At the reception, my father stood to give a speech. “As a gift to my son on his wedding day, I present him as the new owner and CEO of Diamond Stars C
