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"Who do you know? The bride or groom?" Preston turned toward me, his green eyes making my heart involuntarily skip a beat. "Both.""How?" I breathed out as I stared into his dazzling eyes. He smirked lightly as a dimple punctured his cheek. "The groom is a childhood mate of mine. And the bride was my girlfriend for a time." My eyebrows crushed down. "We're at the wedding of one of your ex-girlfriends?" He chuckled slightly as a woman approached him from behind. "Is that not normal?"

My hands immediately began to tremble as they were still gripping my gown, murmurings filled the hall and the infuriated look on Luke’s face made it known to me that I was doomed. “You may kiss your bride.” The pastor repeated in a different tone. Tristan still had his eyes drawn in askance at me. After glancing around shortly, he wore a smile, obviously to not make things look awkward since people from different media houses were here. “Bride,” he said through his smiling teeth, held my hands and pulled me closer to him, connecting his lips to mine.

Karin wakes up on her bed smiling. This has become the norm for her lately and everything felt surreal. She will be getting married in two days in a simple ceremony involving her family and Johan's closest friends Eric and Chadwick. He told her he'd be introducing her to his family when he feels it's alright to. His statement had alarm bells ringing in my head, with all manner of 'what ifs' threatening to throw me over the edge, in-fact, I almost passed out, had he not specifically calmed me to trust his instincts because that's how he relates with his half siblings.

This elegant gazebo held up to 100 chairs, and the guests were filling up fast. The guys exit the SUV into the pavilion connected to the wedding gazebo. It was closed off for the reception. Six groomsmen looked very debonaire! All their hair was styled to perfection. They were wearing a pair of pale peach straight-leg dress slacks with breezy cream silk sheer shirts that gave off a silhouette of their broad shoulders and chest. With several buttons open displaying the varying skin complexions of their masculine chest. The male seashell necklace matches the female seashell accessories.

My groom. He stood at the end of the aisle, tall and strong in a perfectly tailored black suit and dark sunglasses that made him look straight out of my imagination. His hair was slicked back. Even from a distance, I could see his features were flawless, almost unnervingly so. And the way he stood, so composed and unreadable, sent a cold chill through me. Maybe… this could work. Maybe this wouldn’t be as awful as I thought. Maybe this man would fit into the dream of my perfect man.

This time, her prank wouldn’t work on me. A whiff of Dominic’s cologne infiltrated my nose. I didn’t need to see to know he was here. Music started, and the procession inched down the aisle. I gazed at my groom, who looked drop-dead gorgeous in a navy tuxedo. It almost blended with the color of the caldera!

Isaac was too busy accompanying Jenny as she tried on wedding gowns to pay any attention to my whereabouts. In the blink of an eye, it was my wedding day, and also the first time I met my future husband, Henry. I had to admit that Mom and Dad were excellent judges of character. Henry was a lot more handsome in person than he appeared in his photos. He was flawless in both his features and his physique. The bridal party was pretty grand, too. Once I got into the car, the bridal convoy set off. We chanced across another bridal party, and as was customary in our city when this happened, the cars stopped to let the brides exchange bouquets as a form of mutual well-wishing.

He was still wearing the same suit from yesterday, but his face was haggard and covered in stubble, with deep, dark circles under his eyes. Gone was the smug, self-assured man from before. It seemed he had already spoken to Lilian and fully understood the situation. He must have realized that I was serious about calling off the wedding and that this wasn't just some impulsive tantrum. The moment we met, he begrudgingly tossed the wedding ring at me and frowned. "Clara Whitmore, do you think marriage is some kind of game? You can't just say it's over and walk away!"

I will tell her when the wedding is done. The solo piano comes to a stop the moment I get to the wedding arbor where my Groom is waiting, looking dashing in his three-piece tuxedo with shiny suede shoes and a pair of sunshades hanging at the edge of his suit pockets. His hair is a stylish and classic pompadour haircut while I have kinky hair with decorative braids and curls. His face is unsmiling Gabriel, his best friend is right behind him, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. If I was amongst the audience and I don't know Jayden and Gabriel, I would have assumed Gabriel is the groom not Jayden with the way he is grinning.

"I became the surrogate groom... Oskar left Elena just as the wedding was about to begin." "A surrogate groom?" Susanne frowned. "That means, your marriage is only temporary?" "No mom ...This marriage is not temporary because it is very serious," explained Ray. "Then what about Oskar? Are you sure he won't come back again? And are you sure Elena can love you after so long she's been in a relationship with Oskar?" David wondered in amazement. "Why did you decide to become a surrogate groom... Decide to marry Elena who doesn't necessarily love you?"