Jasmine's POV
His eyes do not hold anger or intimidation.
It is just a gentle stare. A stare that makes my heart flutter like I am having the wedding of my dream indeed.
A stare that makes him the opposite of the monster I call. A stare that makes me wish things were different and we aren't total strangers but two people who found love in each other and are here because of that.
There is absolutely nothing great about this wedding. Not my well-styled hair with different beautiful ribbons, not my white beautiful short wedding dress, not my beautiful makeup which makes me look different and definitely not the expensive heels I have on.
This might be a wedding to him and everyone else here today but to me, it isn't real.
I can never be his wife.
I am not Andre. I am just taking a place till he finds her.
