"The wedding of the year, eagerly anticipated by everyone, has reportedly been postponed by two days and will now be a private, family-only affair," the news anchor announced on the television.
Damien sat on his couch, his gaze fixed on the screen. His expression darkened, the corners of his lips tightening in frustration. The news had just destroyed all his carefully laid plans for the day, leaving him simmering with anger.
With a furious motion, Damien threw the whiskey glass in his hand, shattering the TV screen. "I really hate when plans change," he muttered under his breath. He stood up and made his way toward the wall covered with Emma's pictures.
Damien stared at the first picture he ever took of her. He couldn't help but smile, a little smirk tugging at his lips. "A rare gem is really hard to get…" he muttered to himself, his eyes tracing her face, memorizing every detail.
