Mark's POV
"I must be dreaming." I muttered to myself, rubbing my face to ensure I wasn't seeing things. Was Juliet really the bride standing before me, or was I being overshadowed by the thoughts that had haunted me since we met at the bank?
"Why are you here, Mark?" She asked in a hushed tone, "You told me yesterday you'd be taking the first flight back to California today," she added, her voice yet tiny and soft.
"This is unbelievable." I thought, remaining speechless; responding to Juliet's numerous questions became a daunting task. My stepfather, George Watson, fixed his intense gaze at me.
He took a step forward, eager to approach us and uncover the tension between us, but was detained by his friends and colleagues, who continue to engage him in conversations. His best friend, M
