|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||

" Do you take Cassendra Mitchell as your lawfully wedded wife?", the priest awkwardly repeated, glancing between us. All the eyes were fixed on me as they waited for my response. Even Cassendra looked panicked, silently pleading.

I stepped backwards, replied to the crowd sternly,

" I do not and will never...."

The crowd all gasped in horror, standing up. My grandpa shouted from his chair,

" What the heck? Azrael!!! What are you saying?"

Mr.Ronald Mitchell stormed forward to threaten me, his eyes turning red in anger,

" Luca! This isn't a joke. My daughter is standing to get married to you. How...