Eleven

Moore.

The car surprisingly didn't take the route leading to the church. I glanced at the driver, but he had the same mean look as the other guy from last night.

After what seemed like forever, the car pulled over at a resort. I was shocked. Why was Lucien giving us a fairytale wedding? This had always been my dream—to take my vows with the love of my life in an open space. Grey had called it shallow back then.

I stepped out just in time to see my father approaching, forcing a smile.

I smiled, not at my father, but at the fact that I was doing this again, both times with the wrong partners.

"Ready, Moore?" Father asked, extending his hand. I nodded, taking his hand as we walked through the crowded people.

I marvelled at the crowd. For heaven's sake, this marriage was supposed to be discreet.

"Did you know about this large turnout, Dad?" I asked, feeling sceptical as we walked down the aisle. The venue was beautiful, surrounded by tall pine trees and a waterfall just before where we we