Claire glanced at me proudly, offering no explanation.
I was about to leave with a sneer when Mason grabbed my wrist and explained to the usher, "What are you talking about? This is my wife!"
It was the first time he had ever said that.
Mason stood up for me and called me his wife.
But soon after, as if my hand had burned him, he let go.
The ceremony flowed smoothly.
Soon, it was time for the bouquet toss.
Mason didn't say anything and handed the bouquet to Claire, passing right by me.
His eyes were slightly red and moist.
"I hope you find happiness."
Claire, holding Mason tightly, said tearfully, "Mason, you'll soon belong to someone else. As a friend, can you give me one last kiss?"
I stared at Claire in shock.
I was astonished by her shamelessness.
But what surprised me more was the crowd egging them on.
Mason and I hadn't informed our parents about the wedding, only inviting a few close friends.
I had painfully few friends, and most of the guests were Mason's.
Before the wedding, I had mentioned that it should be formal, with both our parents invited. Otherwise, it would seem like child's play.
But he claimed I didn't respect his wishes, and if I didn't want to marry, I should just say it.