When the groom pulled up with his bride, he froze at the sight of the packed hall. For a second, he thought he was at the wrong wedding.
But one of Gideon’s closest friends frowned in annoyance. “What the hell are you all doing here? This isn’t some free-for-all. Get out before the bride and groom arrive—”
Then he turned and saw Gideon, stepping out of the car with Arabella on his arm. And his face went pale.
Holding a framed photo of Gideon’s father, I stepped out of the crowd, pressed the remote, and the projector switched on.
As their elegant couple’s photo was changed, Arabella’s carefully applied makeup seemed to crack.
"What the hell is happening?!" she shouted, fuming.
