Our family might not be as rich or powerful as the Youngs, but we were never the kind to be pushed around. So, what if she was the capital’s treasured princess? If that’s the price of marrying her, then forget the wedding altogether.
Resolved, I tore off the tuxedo jacket and turned to leave.
But the assistant quickly stepped in front of me. “The ceremony’s about to start, Mr. Dalton. Where exactly do you think you’re going?”
My fists clenched on instinct as I glared at him. “My legs are my own. I’ll walk wherever the hell I want. You gonna stop me?”
Yet instead of backing down, he sneered even wider.
“Mr. Dalton, I suggest you put that suit back on. If you mess up today’s ceremony, you’ll be taking full responsibility,” he warned, his eyes flashing with threat.
But after years in the military academy, trained under the harshest instructors since I was eighteen, I wasn’t someone who bowed to intimidation. That pride ran deep in my bones.
Seeing his smug expression, my anger also flared hotter. “And what if I decide to walk out anyway?”
The entire glamor team froze, gasping.