Two weeks later, Lisa looked at herself in the mirror and had to admit the wedding dress Gabriel had chosen for her was stunning.
Their sham of a marriage was going to happen… was happening actually.
She was after all dressed up, dolled up, a fake smile plastered on her face as she waited for her cue to descend the stairs of the hotel where they were holding the wedding ceremony.
“Since we’re just getting married for the child, I don’t see why we would need a priest,” Gabriel had told her coldly in the morning, informing her that there would be no vows exchanged, no sweet lies…
She heard a knock on the door, and turned to face who ever had come with the same fake smile. It was Karen, and Lisa allowed herself to grimace.
“What’s up baby girl?” Her cousin asked her.
“You realize h
