Our family might not be as rich or powerful as the Youngs, but we were never the kind to be pushed around. So, what if she was the capital’s treasured princess? If that’s the price of marrying her, then forget the wedding altogether.
Resolved, I tore off the tuxedo jacket and turned to leave.
But the assistant quickly stepped in front of me. “The ceremony’s about to start, Mr. Dalton. Where exactly do you think you’re going?”
My fists clenched on instinct as I glared at him. “My legs are my own. I’ll walk wherever the hell I want. You gonna stop me?”
Yet instead of backing down, he sneered even wider.
“Mr. Dalton, I suggest you put that suit back on. If you mess up today’s ceremony, you’ll be taking full responsibility,” he warned, his eyes flashing with threat.
But after years in the military academy, trained under the harshest instructors since I was eighteen, I wasn’t someone who bowed to intimidation. That pride ran deep in my bones.
Seeing his smug expression, my anger also flared hotter. “And what if I decide to walk out anyway?”
The entire glamor team froze, gasping.
“Holy crap,” someone whispered. “This guy’s got guts. He just talked back to Mr. Watts! Guess he doesn’t plan on staying in the capital after this.”
Another muttered, “It’s just an agreement. What’s the big deal? He’s really gonna offend Miss over that? He’s digging his own grave.”
Trevor's POV
“Yeah, exactly! Marrying into the Youngs is every man’s dream in this city. Who cares whose last name the kid takes?”
The room buzzed with whispers and laughter. The more they talked, the smugger Mr. Watts looked.
“You hear that?” he sneered. “You’re just some broke nobody with no power, no background, and you’re talking about dignity? What a joke.”
Even so, their mockery barely fazed me. In fact, it almost made me laugh.
Sure, the Youngs were one of the wealthiest families in the capital; no one could deny that. But when it came to legacy and influence, they were nothing compared to our family.
Money meant nothing when it was stacked against real power.
I leveled my gaze at him. “Mr. Watts, I’ll warn you one last time. Step aside. Now. Or deal with the consequences.”
Maybe it was the edge in my tone, or the energy that slipped through, but for a split second, his smirk faltered.
“You—you little punk! You dare threaten me?” He fumbled for his phone, then threatened, “Fine! I’ll call Miss right now!”