CHRISTIAN
The flashing cameras were relentless. The courthouse steps were packed with reporters, photographers, and onlookers, all scrambling for the best shot of the city’s most powerful businessman and son of a Senator tying himself to the late Estela Castillo’s only daughter.
I barely acknowledged them, I had a feeling this was all my father, and we would have a chat about that soon.
She stood beside me, silent, her posture stiff, her hands clasped in front of her. I didn’t look at her, didn’t acknowledge the way she was dressed in a soft blue outfit. None of it mattered.
This wasn’t a wedding.
This was a transaction.
I was a Hilton.
And so I performed.
I placed one hand lightly on the small of her back, guiding her down the steps as the media frenzied. They shouted questions, t
