Chapter 7 - Leaving The Luxury Wedding Reception Behind For Good
Julian reached up, unpinning the heavy silk boutonnière from the lapel of his custom Brioni tuxedo jacket.
He dropped the flower onto the marble floor, crushing its white petals beneath his polished Italian leather shoe.
“The wedding is officially over,” Julian announced to the stunned crowd of elites staring from their velvet chairs.
“Clear the hall. Take your gifts and your cameras, and get out of my venue.”
Without waiting for objections, Julian grabbed Maya’s hand, lacing his fingers securely through hers.
“Come with me, Maya,” Julian said softly, pulling her away from the wreckage of the grand ballroom.
“Where are we going?” Maya asked, letting herself be guided toward the private exit leading to the gardens.
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“Far away from people who measure human life by bank accounts and social status,” Julian replied firmly.
They stepped out into the crisp evening air, leaving the flashing paparazzi lights and ruined banquet behind them.
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