12: Handsome Predator

Wedding of the century… it says.

I looked at my photo in the magazine. With my luxury dress and perfect get up, surely, no one would recognize the poor Katherine Sullivan's face. Besides, I was living in a small town in Washington. Those people who knew me there didn't care about the people in high society. I even doubt if this news had reached those cheap broadsheets. In Great Britain maybe, but not in Washington.

I guess it's also the reason why Peter purposely searched for a substitute in that small town far away from Manchester because if someone would recognize the impostor in the middle of pretense, it would create a big trouble.

My eyes drifted to the man next to me in the featured picture. Adam was in his dark suit, staring straight with his set of deep dark eyes as if he was trying to intimidate the photographer. His face was clean-shaven and his pitch black hair was brushed up neatly. His brows were thick enough and curving at his eyes perfectly