"Sir, Ma'am... whose wedding is this?" Ashley Bowen could barely control her emotions, terrified of hearing the answer she already knew in her heart.
The moment the words left her mouth, a man in a silver suit emerged from the villa, a groom's boutonnière pinned to his breast pocket.
Though his face was etched with fatigue, his spirits seemed high.
'He's the groom? He's actually the groom!'
Ashley Bowen couldn't take the blow and stumbled back two steps.
Her former lover stood just a few meters away, on the other side of the gate, yet the distance between them felt as vast as a thousand mountains and rivers.
She clenched her fists, her gaze burning as she stared at the beaming groom. She forced the difficult question through her teeth, "You're getting married? Who's the bride?"
Jenson Shelby looked uncomfortable. He never, ever expected Ashley Bowen to show up in front of him.
What surprised her even more was the sound of a child's clear voice.
"Godmother!"
