Since he'd put it that way, Claire Sinclair knew better than to press the issue. She would just have to go along with his decision.
The wedding ceremony officially began.
Lucas Rhodes, seated in his wheelchair, held Ivy Tanner's left hand in his right. With him sitting and her standing, they moved in sync as they came in from outside.
Ivy Tanner wore a snow-white wedding gown, her hair styled in a bun. A transparent veil concealed her exquisite face but didn't obstruct her vision, merely casting a hazy filter over the world.
She no longer resembled the simpleton she once was, her gaze no longer darting about aimlessly. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed intently ahead.
She was the very picture of a blissful bride; no one would have thought her to be simple-minded.
Lucas Rhodes had also been looking straight ahead, but as he neared Adrian Quincy, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward him.
