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This kiss is sweet and tender—nothing like the kisses he gives me at night before he heads to his place. I guess tonight won’t happen since Ava and I are moving in with him.
The sound of clapping brings me back to this moment. When I look around, I see everyone smiling at us.
I smile back, and Ava comes rushing toward us. “Mummy and Boss Man are married now,” she sing-songs, and everyone chuckles.
Gabo congratulates both of us as Isa signs where the clerk indicates. Then she comes to hug us, and Gabo signs the documents.
There’s a commotion by the door, as if someone is trying to come in.
I frown as I look up at Vicente, who looks just as confused as I am.
The moment the door opens, his expression goes from confusion to shock.
Instinctively, I grab Ava and hold her in my arms.
“Mother? Father? What are you doing here?” Vicente asks, incredulous.
If his dad’s face is any indication of his feelings about our wedding, I’d say we’re in for a big confrontation.
“Why did I have to learn from Owen that you were getting married? Vicente, I don’t recognize you,” his dad says, his tone dripping with anger.
Vicente and I look at Owen, who has a slimy smile on his face.
With a casual shrug, he says, “I just wanted you to have your entire family here. I wanted them to know the kind of woman you’re marrying and the big mistake you’re making. I only wish they’d arrived before the papers were signed.”
Vicente lunges for Owen, but his brother steps in, gripping his arm. He leans in and murmurs something to Vicente, who nods reluctantly.
“That’s enough, Vicente. What’s done is done. Let’s get out of here. We need to talk.”
His father’s booming voice fills the small room. The registrar clears his throat awkwardly.
Ava clings to me tightly, and when Vicente looks at us, his expression softens. He comes our way, gently takes Ava from my arms, and holds my hand.
“Mother, Father. You are welcome to come to our house and join our celebration if you would like,” he says to his parents.
His mum tries to smile, but she’s visibly upset by the confrontation. His dad simply nods.
“Owen,” Vicente says, voice low and murderous. “I never want to see you again in my life. You’re not a friend—you’re a sneaky bastard.”
Owen’s smirk makes me feel sick to my stomach.
I’m grateful Vicente is holding Ava, because if he weren’t, I’m sure he would have hit Owen already. Not that he doesn’t deserve it, but I don’t want Vicente to get in trouble for someone like him.
Gemma, meanwhile, still seems to be in shock, as if she had no clue her husband was planning to cause a scene at our wedding.
The ceremony was beautiful and passed quickly, but all I can think about now is that Vicente’s parents are here—and they’re clearly unhappy about our marriage.
What was I expecting? They weren’t invited to their oldest son's wedding. Of course, they aren’t happy. And I’m sure their discontent will only deepen when they learn the real reason we’re rushing the wedding.
Vicente, Ava, and I head outside, everyone else trailing behind us. I spot a photographer waiting for us.
I look at Vicente to see if he also arranged this, but all I get from him is a sexy smile.
It gives me a smidge of peace, and I shake off thoughts of the conversation we’re about to have with his parents.
I smile as we take some family photos, followed by a couple with everyone—excluding his parents, who wait off to the side—and finally some of just the two of us.
“Boss Man, are you in trouble with your parents?” Ava asks, placing her hands on Vicente’s cheeks.