"You know, you still look as beautiful as the first day I saw you. Even though you chose to not wear the dress I bought you." Rocket says.

Irked, I sigh the documents. "I asked you to be Louis father, Rocky. Not my stylist." I respond. "Carefully reading the last clause, I check to see if he had sneakily added something without my knowledge. He did not, so I sign the final paragraph. "There. Complete."

"Done. Would you like to have Lunch before we meet the others at the reception?"

"Sure," I say. Hating Rocket everyday of my life would consume me. I couldn't let Louis see that part of...