Jamie Carter
The private estate in the hills was breathtaking. White roses covered the glass archways, and the soft melody of a string quartet floated through the afternoon air. The front rows were filled with powerful corporate executives, high-society guests, and Alexander's immediate family, while the back perimeter was lined with selected press photographers.
Standing at the edge of the long aisle, I adjusted the cuffs of my black tuxedo jacket. My hands were shaking.
When the music shifted to signal my entrance, I took a deep breath and began to walk. My eyes went straight to the end of the aisle, where Alexander stood waiting. He looked impossibly handsome, dressed in a classic tuxedo that fit his broad shoulders perfectly.
As I walked toward him, a wave of raw emotion hit me lik
