If anyone had told me just two weeks ago, that I would be standing in a registrar’s office wearing a white dress that cost more than my annual salary, and getting married to Sylas Gold, I would have laughed in their face.

If they had told my parents?

I would have been locked up in a psych ward.

My mother’s rough breaths were the only sounds in the room as the registrar finished calling out our names. I glanced behind me and spotted my father still staring at me in disbelief, like he had forgotten the very act of blinking itself.

Both of them stared at me like I had...