Chapter 11: Escape

A FEW HOURS after the wedding, guests went straight to the Pavilion de Saavedra, where the reception will be held. I decided to sit in a corner that was not too crowded as I quietly sipped the wine in the glass I was holding.

“Why don’t you join them?”

I suddenly turned to the source of the voice. Lawrence stood beside me, holding a glass of champagne. I sipped my wine instead of answering.

“Don’t drink too much, Margaux,” he reminded me.

I frowned at him and took another glass from a passing waiter.

“It’s just wine, Lawrence,” I answered sparingly. I was about to drink again, but he snatched it and drank it straight. I just felt sorry for him for what he did.

Then he suddenly took off his coat and covered it on my skin.

“Thanks,” I murmured.

“You look pretty as always,” he said in his husky voice.

I looked up at him. He has a pleasant expression.

“It’s getting colder here.” He gently took my hand and gu