Chapter 14. Who Is The Mistress? I

Copper

This woman stayed there, crying on the floor as if the world were about to end. Maybe to her, it was. While I froze up like a dumbass, Kenny took me by the arm and ran down the steps, along the maroon carpet, and out the door. While passing by that woman, I couldn’t help but gaze at her form. She stared at us in disbelief.

I picked up the skirt of my wedding dress and tried to keep up with Kenny’s pace.

Outside, many reporters flashed their cameras. Tons of security guards brushed past me and filed inside the church.

The noise, the voices, the flashes. It was all so dizzying.

“Kenny-” I began, shielding my face. Kenny already knew what to do. With quick movements, his jacket disappeared from his outfit and landed on my head. Thanks to that my eyes were completely protected.

Several guards kept the paparazzi at bay. One called Kenny by his last name. Kenny nodded. His arm held my waist as he made us follow the guard through the parted crowd.

As much as I wanted to focus on