Chapter 68: I Know What You Did
I rolled my eyes, refusing to let him see how my knees were still trembling in my heels. “We already did.”
He chuckled, still offering me his arm as though he were some polished gentleman instead of the man who had just made me forget how to breathe.
We stepped out of the room, the hallway buzzing with chaos. Bridesmaids rushed past, adjusting curls and lipstick. Someone shouted about a missing bouquet. The other panicked about how late they were. The driver almost pulled out his hair in frustration.
The house smelled of hairspray and perfume, and beneath it all, the faint aroma of champagne.
I caught a glimpse of us in a gilded wall mirror. My hair was still perfect. Makeup still intact. He was careful not to ruin anything. No one would know what had
