After Mr. L comes Mr. M

Chapter 004

Freya

Three weeks passed more quickly than I expected, and now I was seated in the passenger's seat of my car, dressed in my wedding gown, wondering if this was really a great idea. My gown was a work of art, as Dad made sure it was designed by one of the best designers in the city. He wanted today to be special; even though it’s a private wedding, it was a breathtaking masterpiece, with intricate details and delicate lace that seemed to shimmer in the light.

“This is a stupid idea, Freya,” a voice said.

“Don't listen to her,” another voice added. I like to call the two mischievous voices that always echoed in my head Mia and Kira. I know that probably sounds crazy, but they've really come in handy at some point in my life when I needed to make certain decisions.

Usually, they both agree not on one thing, which isn’t surprising; Kira is the most stubborn and is more of a go-getter, while Mia likes to play it safe. And right now, it would be nice if they could just give me a helping hand here.

“Stop it, you two,” I said with an eye roll.

“What did you say, ma’am?” James, who had been sitting in the driver's seat the whole time, asked. I didn’t know I said that out loud.

“It’s nothing, James, I’m just a little bit nervous.” I replied, clutching my hands tightly to the bouquet of flowers in my hands as I looked out the window at the broad doors of the church.

“Don’t worry, ma’am, I’m sure you’ll like your parents' choice.” he said, beaming with smiles.

“What? James, do you by any chance know who I’m getting married to?” I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me. James is my parents' most trusted worker, and he usually follows my dad most times for his businesses, so I’m sure he would know something.

“I can’t say anything concerning that, ma’am; else I’ll ruin the surprise. Do you trust your parents?” I could see his brow rise from the mirror above him.

“I do, but the fact that they didn’t even tell me who my groom is or even give me time to get to know him is disturbing,” I queried.

“You spent seven years of your life trying to 'get to know' Leo, Freya, and now look where it landed you,” Kira said.

“Shut up, Kira,” Mia fired.

“You both aren’t helping,” I screamed in my subconscious mind.

“You're going to be fine, ma’am.” James said as he came out of the car and held the door for me. I let down the veil, which was hanging loosely on my messy bun, which was beautifully designed by one of my maids back home. Even the veil was so heavily designed that I could barely see through it, much less see who my groom was.

I guess Dad had this whole thing well planned. James led me out of the car to where my father was standing at the entrance, beaming with smiles as he stood in his white Brioni shawl collar tuxedo. I smiled back at him as James handed me over to him, and we both walked down the aisle, savoring this father-daughter moment.

“Are you excited?” Dad asked.

“Well, I would be if I wasn't getting married to a ghost, and almost dressed as one,” I retorted, with sarcasm in my voice.

“Do you trust your old man, princess?” he added, his voice laced with concern.

“Of course I do,” I replied reassuringly.

“Then just go with the flow, and remember, the future of the McCall family depends on this,” he said, his voice cold and calm, but collected as he raised his gaze up at the crowd, still keeping his smiles.

“I know, Dad, but all I had asked for was a name so I could at least do my research if he checked all my boxes,” I said.

“Trust me, princess, he did check all your boxes and even the future boxes you're going to have,” Dad chimed in with a smile. I was beginning to get skeptical about this whole idea, but Dad's confidence made me interested in seeing how things were going to play out.

“If you really want to kick-start that revenge plan, you'll listen to your dad, Freya,” Kira said, making me go mute.

The rest of the walk down the aisle was a quiet one as Dad shifted his gaze from me. My eyes scanned through the crowd, but I couldn't find anyone I knew.

“Dad, who are all these people?” I asked.

“Business partners,” he replied. At this moment, I desperately wished Jessie was here with me. Jessie is my best and only friend, and she was currently out of town for studies but would be back soon. I know she's going to freak out when I tell her about the recent happenings, but she can handle it. I know she can, I thought.

We got to the altar where I met with my groom, whom I could barely see because of the heavily decorated veil, but if there was one thing that was visible through the veil, it was his constant smile, like he's just won a lottery.

It seemed like I was the only one left in the dark here because I could tell from his excitement he already knew who his bride was.

“At least he's happy to be getting married to you, unlike someone I know,” Mia said, and I immediately knew she was talking about Leo.

“Well, that's his loss, one he's going to pay for” Kira chimed in.

The ceremony began, and soon it was time for the exchange of rings and vows—the long-anticipated moment.

The priest began, “Do you, Mr. Mason Logan, solemnly take Ms. Freya McCall as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” he said, making my brows etch in surprise.

Did he just say Mason Logan? I thought as the name seemed to ring a bell in my head. Oh no, how could Dad do this to me? I cried inwardly.

“Uh-uh,” Mia’s voice echoed in my head.

“This is bad; this is so bad,” Kira added, as panic sets in.

“You?!” My groom's voice echoed in my ears as he forcefully took the veil from my face, confusion written all over his face. Taking a closer look at him, I noticed he was the same guy from the grocery store three weeks ago who was with his honeymoon planner girlfriend.

He'd changed so much from the Mason Logan I knew. “You're not Annie!” he exclaimed with a stern voice.