Chapter Eighty Nine

Liam was sitting impatiently in the waiting room that was attached to the dressing room on a velvet chair, his eyes fixed eagerly on the tablet that was before him as he scrolled across the screen lazily. He couldn't be bothered less about what was going on at the moment, his eyes momentarily darting to the Patek Phillipe that was clasped around his wrist.

Slowly, the doors to the dressing room parted open, and a gorgeous lady emerged from the room, dressed in a voluminous white dress of exotic lace with beading appliques made from tiny diamonds, which enveloped her slender frame with elegance and beauty. She had chosen the most expensive and luxurious one of all.

“Sir, your bride is here. Isn't she gorgeous?” The voice of one of the assistants who had dressed Evelyn interrupted the stillness in the air, and his eyes raised to see her twirl and preen before him.

His expression remained stoic and unmoved, his eyes, cold and distant, which betrayed the inner turmoil that churned withi