CHRISTIAN
The wedding was over.
There were no grand emotions, no sentimentality—just a contract fulfilled, a show put on for the world to see, a show they went along with, a show they partied hard to.
I saw the look on my mother’s face when we were pronounced Husband and Wife. She was happy, but there seemed to be another emotion she was feeling.
On my way to the altar, I saw her enter Penelope's dressing room right after Jess had walked out. I was at the end of the hallway, so my presence would go unnoticed.
Walking briskly to where she entered, I leaned in, just to hear a bit of their conversation.
Why was I eavesdropping? Did it matter? I just really wanted to know what my mother had to say to her, the woman I hated so much.
And I did.
Would I say I was shocked, yes. But does i
