Claire’s POV
‘Why aren’t you there when I need you, Russell?’ I thought.
“Jeez, Miss Claire, you look tense. I touched up your makeup several times,” said the gay beauty artist helping me prepare.
I’m restless. My whole body is trembling, like I’m so excited I shouldn’t be. It seems like a dream that my super-crush will marry me. With so many women swooning over him, he will marry me. He chooses me. Thought and emotion thrilled me, yet my thoughts kept telling me that Ryker didn’t have feelings for me. Ryker will marry me not because he loves me but because he must. This isn’t a story where my prince charming proposes, and we live happily ever after, but rather a forced, planned marriage that neither of us wants. I took a deep breath.
“The ceremony is about to start; I think they need
