Page 69 of The Wrong Guy

Hell, I think I already am in love with him.

“Are you still fighting with that guy?” I ask Britney.

She throws her phone on the bed. “I don’t know why I try. He doesn’t want to be here.”

I shrug.

A knock on the door signifies it is time for the wedding. I grabbed my bouquet off the dresser and straightened my dress. I know I look beautiful and almost like the wolf in sheep’s clothing, soon-to-be wife.

We are lining up at the entrance to the aisle, with me behind everyone. I can hear the music begin to play, and I start walking down the aisle behind everyone. My father is holding my arm, and I’m excited to see what my new husband looks like.

Once all of the ladies have taken their spots, Stavros leaves the altar to come meet me. He grabs my hand to help bring me to the altar. To another person, this would seem sweet. To me, I know the truth. He probably doubted I would be coming and wanted to ensure I was there.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers when we get to the altar.

“Who gives this woman to Stavros Bilias?”

Our officiant is someone in the family. Since the investigation is still taking place regarding Derek’s death and then the death of the men in the warehouse, it was important to everyone to keep things in the Bilias Family.

“Her mother and I do,” my father states, kissing me on the cheek.

Our vows are simple and to the point; before we know it, it is over.

“You may kiss the bride.”

Stavros takes this opportunity to lift my veil and kiss me for all he is worth. I’m wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer as he dips me in front of everyone.

“I hope that dress wasn’t too expensive because I’m ripping it off of you,” he promises in my ear.

“It was.”

“That’s a shame.”

“I love you,” I blurt.

“I love you, too.”

Growing up,I always dreamed a wedding would be beautiful. My first wedding with Derek was nice but cheaply put on because we didn’t have much money. Derek didn’t consider having a reception to be anything more than just a business deal.

The Bilias Family has trumped everything I thought would make a beautiful wedding by how amazing the reception is.

I helped develop ideas for the reception, but in all actuality, they were just ideas. Stavros’s family and associates did most of the planning and buying of the decorations.

I’m shocked to see how amazing everything turned out.

I’m walking through the entrance of the tent with Stavros’s hand tucked in mine. He must have sensed my nerves since he has been by my side the whole night. I have joked inside of my own head how it would be nice to blow off the reception.

“Here, take this bag,” Stavros instructs as he hands me a silky bag.

“What is this for?” I questioned, but I took the bag anyway.

He chuckles. “You will see. Whatever you do, don’t put it down.”

“My beautiful daughter-in-law!” Andamos shouts as he comes to me to kiss me on the cheek. “Are you having a beautiful time?”

I feel like I should be asking him that since he’s the one who has paid for everything. “Yes, I am. This is gorgeous.”

He reaches into his coat pocket to pull out several one-hundred-dollar bills. He hands them to me, and I’m looking at him incredulously. “What is this for?”

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