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t the entrance of the gardens, where my wedding was taking place. My brow furrow
ago. All the guests from my side of the family wer
ed to nerves as
oing to
, but I had heard t
decided to
only to have him ditch me at the altar... All this
e front row, and I was doi
d a few comments had been thrown around about what a beaut
wasn't marrying someone else for Sandra's sake, I would never have forgiven him.
wedding, anyway?. Cindy probably drag
m her seat, interruptin
. How dare he keep us waiting? If he didn't want to
Cindy would just shut up. She was the reaso
the eldest daughter of her
r as the guests reacted
his jobless. Who w
uld do
useless
Who keeps the
ter. Whether Morgan was an idler, poor, drunk, or not. Marrying him was the o
eepened, Cindy
embarrassment to have to wed my sister to him. He is obviou
ining so much?", i
he? Besides, it wasn't as if she cared about m
y appeared
. This is so e
ook for Morgan to get here. That's If he gets here. Surely, the Caruso's fam
ab my arm, but I shot to
must be a good reason he
Or he had not been well-inform
tirade. But then, we noticed that t
r attention, and there It was. I saw a
as tall, handsome, and well-dressed in a dark blue three-piece suit tha
ominent brow, those dark eyes that seemed to be
way momentarily as I realised
really Mor
her. Idlers weren't supposed to look like th
out that Cindy had already left my side and was
indy", she
ed at my sister's sudden warmth towards the
felt ready to marry him now that she s
now, was it? She is pre
he brushed right past Cindy and came up to me. He stopped in
ep you waiting. It
gesture. The nervousness that had built du
e idea of marrying a strange man didn
t. I'm happy
sked, offerin
d on his arm and letting him walk me
he altar, Cindy watched
look like a jobless idler at all", I assume th
arriage agreement, because she had thought he was wor
er, her anger doubling as she
the trace of her lips
he finally raised a brow and gave me a mocking look. Just then I
g well didn't mean anything. He probably must have bo
ng to me. I was just glad that even as an id
y surprised gazes directed at him, and how many of the guests leaned towards each othe
as possible. It wasn't as if this was my dream wedding. My fantasies about my wedding had usually involved a man I was deeply in love with.
of walking down the aisle with? w
My life had never been a fairytale, and it
handsome, way more than Jake could ever be. But then I found myself
in married to the man. So, rather than his looks, I should be more worried about whether he truly was a drunk and Womanise
n the brooch on his suit jacket. I frow
million? So, how could Jacob afford
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