'And that is how I ended up at the altar, playing the bride of a retired mafia.'
Thalia stared straight ahead, at the man who had threatened her just four days ago.
Everything still felt unreal.
"I will drop any lawsuit on you if you agree to this marriage…" William had said back then, his voice calm, almost indifferent, as if he was discussing something trivial.
And just like that, she was here, standing beside him, dressed in white.
Saying the vows she had never imagined would happen this way.
"You may kiss your bride…"
The priest's words snapped her out of her thoughts. Thalia's eyes widened.
William's gaze was already on her, locked and steady.
He was smiling like a man who had just married the woman he loved.
It was so genuine, that for a brief second she almost believed it.
Her heart started beating faster.
Too fast.
And the moment her gaze dropped to his lips and that really didn't help at all.
His lips were looking too full and, 'Yummy?'
