Isabelle's Point of View:
"I thought you said we wouldn't have a huge wedding?" I asked Achilles as we pulled over to the wedding location.
"Yes, and that is why we're having it here," He said and got out of the car. I got out and he came to me, his eyes wandering between the two of mine. "And not in the city of love."
"This is huge. This is a huge wedding, Achilles," I said to him as if telling a five-year-old.
"What's so bad about it?" He looked toward the place that was decorated like heaven on Earth and we hadn't even stepped inside yet. "Who doesn't want a big wedding?"
"People who are getting married only to be divorced later?" I said, trying not to say something wrong.
He smirked at me. "Don't be so sure of that."
"What? What does that…" Before I could complete my sentence he walked away toward the huge gate that locked the hall behind it. "Wait for me!"
