Albert Wilson was a man of stature; even if this marriage was just a farce, he wanted it to be grand and impressive. Would a wedding of such public attention really have no celebratory photos taken at the banquet?
He decided not to waste any more time talking to her. He stepped forward and firmly grasped her wrist, squeezing it as if he intended to crush her bones.
"I said—get in the car now!"
Seeing his demeanor, Cynthia realized that if she refused to go today, he would likely knock her out and take her anyway. However, going to the bridal shop meant she would be thrust into the spotlight, completely exposed to the world!
No! She absolutely could not allow that to happen! She didn't want her future life under constant scrutiny from paparazzi, labeled as Mrs. Wilson. As a wealthy young mistress, she would lose far too much freedom.
