Imelda's POV
Harmon Mansion—the next day
I spent the entire morning in preparations for the wedding.
I was filled with ecstasy as I was finally going to be legally Mrs. Rollings.
My wedding dress and Jonathan's suit had arrived.
I had already chosen the jewelry to wear along with it, and my makeup kit was ready as well.
After all the chaos and humiliation I endured over the years.
After losing to Veronica every time.
Finally, I won and that too with her consent.
Jonathan himself agreed to marry me, and now no one will come in the way of our happiness.
I was feeling both victorious and convinced; I had finally found a way to have a legal, safe home and a surname.
One no one could ever take away from me.
"In a few hours, I'll be Mrs. Rollings."
My heart beat raced as I heard a car stop outside.
Jonathan had arrived to take me to the church.
As he walked inside, I saw he looked composed, but he said very little.
