Chapter Eight

~Agathe~

"We are gathered here on this night to witness the union of Mr. Gunther Percival Silvestri and Ms. Agathe Clementine Capucine in holy matrimony. A night of great celebration and blessing."

Blessing, my ass. Bad luck? One hundred percent.

"Take each other's hands and get ready to exchange vows and rings."

Vows?

The bellend grasped both my hands, tight and firm, while we were staring into each other. His dark amber eyes were shining, and his pinkish lips curved in a gorgeous smile.

He was playing his part as my loving husband. Can't deny he has dazzling skills in that specific area.

"Mr. Gunther Percival Silvestri."

"Yes, father?"

"Do you pledge to love this woman, to be loyal and truthful to her, and to comfort and keep her, to cherish and accept her, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

I can't for the life of me understand that standing in front of a priest, declaring lifetime vows, was so nerve-wracking.

I am not in