Chapter Ten
Alexa
Sitting down on the sofa in our honeymoon suite at a ritzy Vegas hotel, I didn’t know how to feel. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I didn’t know how I should act.
Looking at the wedding ring on my finger—the one that matched Patton’s—I began to feel suffocated. The marriage was real now, legal, legitimate in every way. The love wasn’t there though, the passion wasn’t there, and the knowledge that he and I had only gotten married to spare my mother any stress overwhelmed me.
The wedding ceremony had happened less than an hour ago, yet it was a blur to me already. The Elvis impersonator who had officiated our wedding must’ve gotten the right answers out of me, as the one thing I could recall was hearing him say, “You can now kiss the bride, you hunka hunka burn
