Nineteen

Jasmine's POV

“Do you take Mr Blackwood as your lovely wedded husband to love and to hold and to cherish to death do you part?” The priest spoke and I looked up at my groom.

This wasn't part of the assignments but I just had to play along if I wanted to have the perfect revenge.

“Yes, I do.” I answered.

The priest had the decency to smile at me despite feeling quite the opposite. I was devoid of all forms of butterflies that women rumored to have when they walked the altar.

This was purely a matter of convenience rather than love so it didn't hold any sentimental value to me. I only stared at my groom who was tucked in a nice tuxedo with his hair cut to perfection. At least I wasn't marrying an ogre. That was the only consolation prize.

“With that, you may go ahead and kiss the bride.” The priest announced and Mr Blackwood wasted no minute in pulling my veil over my head and kissing me ardently.

Okay, this was the only great part of this wedding. He was a good kisser and I guess