Today was the day that little witch got married to my pretty kind boy. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my cufflinks, staring at my own reflection. The urge to walk into that church, throw Ren over my shoulder, and take him away from all of them was almost overwhelming. But I controlled myself. If he couldn’t say no to this wedding, then that was his fate. For now. The door opened behind me. Adrian walked in, already dressed in a sharp black suit. He took one look at my face and sighed. “As much as I don’t like the look on your face, it tells me you’re going to do something evil,” he said. “But I’m also excited to see what we’re walking into.” I laughed heartily, turning to face him. “You should start trusting me more, Adrian,” I said, deliberately softening my voice. “Or do I say… Addy?” Adrian’s face immediately soured. He frowned deeply, turned on his heel, and marched toward the door, muttering under his breath, “Motherfucker.” I l
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