Chapter 63: The Publication

We were soon done with the questions and answers, and I watched how Reporter King devoured his meal. If I said I didn’t like how he emptied his plate and swallowed everything into his stomach, I would be lying.

I watched him rise to his feet, bow to me, and be escorted out of the mansion.

I smiled silently to myself with my legs crossed, like the boss I was. Then, immediately, I began to envision how everything would happen on this day.

In my imagination, I saw the audience in the church clapping their hands as I walked in, wearing a white wedding gown with a veil covering my face.

I saw cameramen and women taking sporadic pictures of me as I walked elegantly and stylishly, just like the beautiful Celine Dion walking to receive her award on stage.

I saw myself finally climbing the altar and standing before the priest, where Tyler was looking at me, his eyes gracefully watching me. He couldn’t wait for my beautiful name to be changed back to his.

Then, I saw the priest asking us to say