Today was not just a wedding. It was a coronation.
Marrying Olivia was the final seal on a document he had been drafting for five years. She was the daughter of a real estate tycoon, a woman whose laugh sounded like wind chimes and whose checking account had no limit.
With her, David was no longer the boy from the rundown side of the tracks who had scraped by on scholarships and hunger. He was David Sterling, a man of industry, a man of the future.
“You look like you’re about to merge a company, not get married,” a voice teased.
It was Olivia. She floated toward him in a cloud of lace and diamonds. She was beautiful, objectively speaking, like a statue in a museum that one admires but is afraid to touch.
“I’m just taking it all in,” David lied smoothly, turning to flash his practiced smile. “The beginning of our empire.”
“Our empire,” Olivia echoed, though her eyes were already scanning the crowd, checking for senators and celebrities. “My father is already seated. The governor just arrived. Everything is perfect, David. Absolutely perfect.”
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