"Do you, Aria Scott, take Damien Brown to be your lawfully wedded husband—"
I blinked rapidly as the camera shutters went off, rendering me partially blind. When the blind spots cleared, the crowd seemed to multiply.
Two podiums. Two microphones. Two brides.
"To have and to hold from this day forward. For better or for worse…"
Up front, Mr. Brown leaned towards a burly man, beard crinkling as he laughed.
Bella and Mike were seated a few rows behind him. Her eyes met mine and she gave a small wave.
"In sickness and in health…"
On the other side of the stage were Drake and Lindsay saying their vows. Lindsay looked pinched and ashen; Drake looked…crestfallen.
His eyes met mine and they lit up. Lindsay traced his gaze to me and her eyes narrowed.
That would have been me by his side. I didn't want a big wedding—hell, I didn't even know half of these people. The hall was filled with reporters, politicians, tycoons and…celebrities.
