Page 277 of Billionaire Temptations

I stopped the conversation because the minister was about to speak. After the ceremony, we headed into the ballroom for the reception.

“That was a very nice ceremony. Wouldn’t you agree?” I asked as my arm was wrapped around his.

He glanced over at me with a raised brow.

“They just vowed their death sentence.”

Rolling my eyes, I sighed.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” he asked as we went to the bar for a drink.

“Nothing. I just thought it was nice.”

“You hate weddings as much as I do.”

I shrugged and didn’t say a word. I could already tell these subtle little hints would not go over well with him. The groom was one of Jackson’s clients, and we were seated at a table where he knew everyone. As the round of introductions began, I was the friend who tagged along.

“You look so familiar to me,” the brown-eyed brunette sitting on my other side spoke.

“Perhaps you’ve been in my shop. Emily’s Edge.”

“Oh my gosh. That cute little shop over on East 9th?”

“Yes.” I smiled.

“I’ve been there a few times and absolutely adore it.”

“Have you been in since we expanded?”

“No. I don’t think so. Are you carrying more designers?” she asked.

“Yes. A few more, and we now have an espresso bar.”

“Wow. How fun. I will definitely be stopping by.” She smiled.

As dinner was being served, the bride and groom made their way to the tables to greet their guests. Jackson introduced me as the “friend” and had a light conversation with them before they made their way to the next table.

“They seem so happy.” I smiled as I stuck my fork into my salad.

“For today and maybe the next week,” Jackson replied as he glared at me.

“Who knows? Maybe they found true love and will be together forever.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with Emily?”

I let out a light laugh. “I’m still here.”

“Could have fooled me,” he spoke with a serious tone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ever since we got here, you’ve done nothing but say positive things about something you are so strongly against.”

I shrugged my left shoulder. “Maybe I was wrong.”

“Wrong? Just all of a sudden?”

The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach caused me to put my fork down. I had to be careful because I could sense a huge fight brewing.

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