When I reached my future husband, he was still looking at me with desire, but his expression was very serious.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked.

"Are we going to pick up Cintia from daycare?" I asked.

"No, my brother will take her to the courthouse," he said without looking at me.

We left the house, seeing the chauffeur already had the car door open, waiting for us to get in. I entered first, sitting as far away as possible from where Mark would sit. When we arrived at the courthouse, the chauffeur opened the door, with Harris stepping out and offering his hand to help me out. I...