But all those questions tangled in my throat and his sharp, warning gaze snuffed out any courage I had.
In the end, I could only force out one word. "Okay."
When the makeup was finished and the wedding began, Rhea wasted no time in taking me away again.
Under the watchful eyes of every guest, she stood on stage hand in hand with Justin, the picture of a perfect couple.
They slid onto each other’s fingers the wedding rings I had custom-ordered.
They drank from the wedding cups I had personally chosen.
When the host prompted them to embrace and kiss, Rhea’s eyes immediately found me, sparkling with excitement.
"This moment is so important, so we have to record it. Starlene, you handle the filming."
"So we can show it to our baby someday."
Dozens of gazes turned toward me at once.
And my blood ran cold.
Only then did Justin seem to realize I was even there.
"Why did you bring her?"
"There are plenty of reporters here. She doesn't need to handle this."
Rhea pouted in fake annoyance.
"Say that again and I’ll run straight out of this wedding. Reporters’ photos are just terrible—what if people think you, the great Justin Harlow, married an ugly monster?"
"All right, fine. Let her do it."