Unholy Matrimony
The moment we stepped out through the chapel door, the reporters swarmed around us, erupting in endless questions.
“Mr and Mrs Hayes!”
“Elizabeth!”
“Lucas!”
“Over here!”
“Congratulations to you!”
“Mr. Hayes, did the marriage happen because of the scandal!?”
“Mrs. Hayes, how does it feel to be married!?”
Questions came from all angles with microphones stretched towards us while security struggled to keep everyone behind the barricades.
“We should give them a show,” Lucas leaned towards me without removing his smile.
“What do you mean?” I asked back, trying to keep the smile on my face.