Led down the aisle by Don Romero, Charlene couldn't feel her heart in her chest anymore. The very few guests who were in attendance all turned to stare at her, but her tears had ruined her makeup under her veil. Her knees were too weak to carry her, but she continued walking, bearing it in mind that Harry's life was in her hands. They got to the altar, and Mason took Charlene's hand while Don Romero went back to his seat, smiling at the couple. She stood opposite Mason, gazing into his dark, greedy eyes, while hers burned with hate and fear. The priest started to read the vows, but her thoughts drowned out his voice. She couldn't help but think about Noah, her eyes glancing over at the door from time to time as if she was waiting for him to come in, sweep her off her feet and take her away from there. She couldn't even stand the thought of being married to Mason. She sniffed, lifting her eyes again to look at Mason who was grinning at her. He leaned over and chuckled. “No one's co
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