The wedding was beautiful. The only problem, Luke was standing at the front of the altar, and there was no bride coming through those double doors of the cathedral. Rechecking his Rolex for the fifth time out of nervous tension, he gave a fake smile to the guests in attendance.
"What can I say? She's late for everything."
They all gave an obvious pitied chuckle, but everyone knew this wedding was a disaster.
Patting his shoulder, the priest gave him a reassuring smile. "That's right, son. She's probably just nervous and just making sure she looks lovely for her groom."
Luke nodded, knowing darn well that wasn't true. Claudia believed she was the most stunning woman in Chicago. Not to mention the only reason she wanted this wedding to happen was, so she'd receive that dowery her father was sure to give. But now Luke was wondering if even that was true.
