The fiance was missing from the engagement party, and the event fell apart.
Viola tracked Lawrence down. She cried and screamed, but nothing worked.
Lawrence refused to discuss engagement plans again.
Viola had clearly fallen too deep. Even with Lawrence’s coldness, she refused to leave.
He didn’t kick her out, but he never visited her place again either.
On the day of Asher Thorne’s wedding in Los Angeles, Lawrence and his parents received an invitation and arrived a day early.
The Castro family took this wedding seriously. They hoped to establish connections with the Thornes to advance their own standing.
Before the trip, Lawrence’s parents kept reminding him to network with Asher–to befriend him if possible. The unofficial king of LA’s elite was definitely not someone they could afford to offend.
Early the next morning, they arrived at the Thornes‘ private estate.
While other guests were busy networking, Lawrence felt suffocated and wandered the gardens for fresh air.
The private Thorne estate was breathtaking–perfectly landscaped with greenery.
Lawrence followed a winding path until he reached a wall of roses.
In the center of the blooming rose garden stood a swing. On it sat a young woman with flowing hair, dressed in a white dress.
Even from her profile, she was stunning.
A gentle breeze pushed the swing slightly.
When she turned her head, Lawrence froze in place.
“Kristin?”
Three hours until the wedding.
Everyone was rushing around, finalizing the last details.
Only I sat on the swing with my mind blank.
The scent of roses surrounded me. My feet dangled above the ground as warm sunlight bathed my skin in comfort.
Soon I would marry Asher and become his wife.
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Each time I thought about it, it felt surreal.
Sensing my nervousness and anxiety, Asher had suggested I spend some time in the garden. He even gave me some time alone.
Now, I finally felt a bit more at peace. I was about to head back to get my makeup done and change into my wedding dress.
Before I could stand, a familiar voice came from behind me.
“Kristin, what are you doing here?”
I instinctively turned around to see Lawrence in a black suit, standing among the roses.
It had been a while since I’d seen him. He seemed a bit thinner. But he remained the handsome charmer women loved.
I didn’t respond. Simply stood up and turned to leave.
But Lawrence quickly stepped forward, blocking my path.
“You came here for me, didn’t you?” Lawrence looked down at me, his eyes betraying admiration.
My time in Los Angeles had been good to me–I’d gained some weight.
As Asher put it, I looked healthy and vibrant now.
“The Thorne wedding has tight security today. How did you get in?” Lawrence placed his hand on my shoulder with a furrowed brow.
“Sneaking in without an invitation will get you thrown out and handed over to the cops.”
“Come with me.” He grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me away.
I yanked my arm free.
“Kristin, don’t make a scene here.”
“Be good and come with me. I’ll tell the Thornes you’re with me.”
Lawrence reached for me again.
I stepped back, finding the situation laughable.
But for some reason, I didn’t want to tell him that this was my wedding–mine and Asher’s.
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