She stood in front of the mirror staring at her reflection, she was wearing an exquisite white dress and simple make-up which made her a more beautiful. She sighed and looked at her big bride's room with no one except for herself, she had never dreamt of her wedding like this. After what seemed like years to her, her friend Hanna arrived, and she was more than glad to have her since she had no one else to call on.
She walked to the altar alone, while her friend, the two bodyguards, the man she met that night and the pastor were the only ones in the big hall.
'Where is her husband to be?' she had wondered earlier, but she was told he went on a business trip, like WTF on the wedding day????!!! She vowed on her own and put the ring on her hand by herself while her friend cheered her up from a distance
There is not much to do anyway, the program ends early, and she was led to the most expensive car decorated with roses and bridal decorations. She stopped and held her friend's hand
"Thank you for creating time for me amidst your busy schedule," she said and her friend, Hanna, hugged her
"Good luck girl"
She whispered to her and like that, she entered the car. Hanna gestured i will call you to her, and she nodded, then the car drove away. She watched as the car disappeared before she also left.
Evelyn was angry not only by the way things were so fast, but she was furious at the fact that her husband. Holy Lord, is she calling him her husband now? She didn't even know him. Come to think of it, she didn't even ask them who her husband was. What if he is a bloody monster or perhaps an ugly man with scattered teeth or an old man with a bulging stomach? The thought alone sends shivers down her Spain. How could she take action so recklessly like this, but she wasn't regretting it. If she were given another chance, she would still make the same choice.
She caught the eye of one of the bodyguards, his expression as unreadable as ever. Mustering her courage, she asked, "Can I perhaps ask who your boss is? I think I should know now. Who is your boss?"
Her words hung in the air, unanswered. The bodyguard didn't even flinch, as if she hadn't spoken at all. Frustration bubbled inside her. She clenched her fists, her anger and irritation intensifying.
So this was how he handled things—aloof and detached. Typical. She reminded herself she was no ordinary woman now. She was their boss's wife, and that ought to mean something.
Just as she parted her lips to press further, the other bodyguard, who was silent the whole time cut her words
"CARLOS TYLER"