Kayla
Three weeks. We had exactly three weeks to plan a wedding. If I ever needed proof of the power behind the Blackwood name, this was it. Money and influence turned a months-long process into a twenty-one-day sprint.
The morning of the wedding arrived too fast. I heard Chelsea’s feet pad down the hall, followed by a loud bang on my door. "It’s your wedding day, Kayla! Wake the f**k up!"
I smiled for her, but inside, I was a total mess. I was becoming the wife of my boss just so he could claim his inheritance.
I unlocked the door to my room and walked into the bathroom. Chelsea followed me in, staring at me in utter disbelief.
"You know what today is, right?" she asked, her hands on her hips. "It’s your wedding day, Kayla. You’re acting like you’re just going to the grocery store."
