Johnathon POV
My wedding day. A happy day, at least for most people or at least I assumed it was. My smile was stiff, and my body posture was tense. Charlotte looked like a bride, clad in a beautiful white formal gown that flowed down to her ankles, a brilliant smile on her face as I held tightly onto her hand. John, the Grandfather, and Karen stood a little to the side, nodding to themselves. The ceremony was about to begin, but John continually looked towards the doorway, while the media stood respectfully at the back, quiet, unobtrusively taking photos of the bride and groom.
Charlotte stiffened "Are you kidding me" she hissed in an aside, as Grayson and his wife Flair came walking in slowly, "I thought Grandfather was joking when he said that they would be attending."
She looked as
