I was such a heel. I knew she wouldn’t say anything to Jon, she wouldn’t want him knowing, but I still had to ask. I couldn’t trust her as easily as I did before. I wasn’t sure if I could make myself trust her at all, but I wanted to. One look at her down-bent head and I felt like shit. I’d hurt her again and on our wedding day no less. Sofia was a malicious cow, I didn’t trust her one inch, but I wanted to hurt Callie and I’d managed that, only hurting her had hurt me.

“Baby please, don’t cry.” I almost begged.

“I’m not.” She sniffed making me grin. Stubborn to the end.

“Come here.”

She looked at me for a moment then moved closer. Her sigh hit my neck as I wrapped my arms around her. “A bride should only cry tears of joy on her wedding day.” I declared.

“If the groom wasn’t such a jerk, maybe she wouldn’t cry. And I’m not crying.”

“Whatever you say baby now shall we dance our first dance as husband and wife?”

“I need to freshen up first.”

“Of course.” I couldn’t see why she needed to; she looked just as beautiful as she did when she’d walked down the aisle towards me earlier. I let her pull out of my arms and she made her way to the ladies room. Her body swayed seductively with every step she took, but it wasn’t deliberate. She was sensual without even trying.

Something touched my arm, and I tore my eyes away from Callie's backside to find Sofia standing next to me.

“Now her hissy fit is over maybe you’d like to dance with me?” Her snotty tone pissed me off.

“Callie didn’t have a hissy fit as you call it Sofia, something upset her.”

“What, or should I ask who, upset her? Perhaps it was the man she was outside with earlier.”

“Callie hasn’t been outside.”

“Yes, she has, I saw her. I don’t know who the man was, but they looked cosy.” Her lips tipped up in a smug smile because she thought she had me believing her when in reality I wanted to throttle the lying bitch. Things were making sense now, I should have seen that Sofia was out to cause trouble before, but I always brushed her off as a nuisance.

“Don’t worry Sofia, I’ll ask her myself,” I told her as I spotted Callie coming towards us. Her step faltered for a second, but she quickly pulled herself together. Sofia touched my chest before I could move away from her and the anger that flashed in Callie's eyes fascinated me.

“I didn’t mean to cause trouble, Alex.” Sofia purred in what she obviously thought was a sultry voice, but to my ears it sounded like a whine.

“Oh, don’t worry Sofia you didn’t.” The only trouble you’ve caused is for yourself, I thought.

I looped my arm around Callie’s shoulders as she got close and I led her away from the bitch not wanting her to poison anything else with her lies. Callie was stiff, and I saw her trying to rein in her anger. Her eyes were flashing, and it was such a turn on. I had to ask although I know the answer already. “Were you outside earlier with a man?”

She sighed. “I haven’t been outside, but I don’t expect you to believe me.”

“I believe you,” I said without hesitation.

Her shocked eyes met mine. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Good, because I have no proof.”

“You don’t need proof. Now shall we dance my wife?”

She smiled at me and my heart sped up. I’ve missed her smile, her laugh, everything. “Yes, husband.” She said shyly and I could tell the words felt strange on her tongue, she’d get used to them though because I didn’t plan on letting her go after three months. She was mine forever now.

I led her to the dance floor and pulled her into my body holding her as close as I could. I knew she could feel my hardness; I wanted her to feel it, to feel what she did to me. The blush on her cheeks let me know she did. The song started to play, and she instantly recognised it, her teary eyes met mine. It was the same song her parents danced to on their wedding day.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“I wanted you to have this; I hoped it would help you feel like they are with you.”

Her soft hands reached up to cup my face, and I leaned down so she could place a kiss on my lips. It wasn’t lost on me that this was the first time she’d initiated contact with me since we’d reunited. “It’s perfect.”

“Exactly what I think too.” And I did, having her in my arms dancing our first dance felt just how it should be.

The song ended, and it was time to cut the cake. The more time that went on the more I resented having to be there. I wanted Callie all to myself. I was almost dragging her around the room to say our goodbyes when we bumped into Mr and Mrs White for the first time. They were the reason we’d done this, yet I hadn’t thought of them or even noticed I hadn’t seen them. I introduced Callie to them and she instantly charmed them just like she did with everyone. As she was talking, I realised I didn’t even want the company now, I almost felt bad for tricking them and I could see Callie didn’t like the deceit either, but without the reasons for the marriage we wouldn’t be here right now at our wedding. I couldn’t regret that, but I was going to pull out of the race. I had a new wife now, and she was going to be enough of a challenge.