BLAIR’S POV
Blaise and I are finally married, at least on paper, after getting our marriage certificate earlier today. True to his word, Mr. Sullivan threw a small celebration at his house afterward.
I’m wearing a simple off-shoulder white dress while Blaise has on a black suit. A few paparazzi and reporters showed up and took pictures, so I’m sure the photos will be circulating everywhere soon.
My gaze moves around the living room packed with people, counting the heads and trying to place a few faces. Maybe years ago I would’ve known most of the names here, but now I barely recognize anyone.
What I can’t ignore, though, is that Jack isn’t here.
After he stormed out earlier in Blaise’s office, he hasn’t answered a single call or text from me. It’s strange that my own brother isn’t her
