The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

Chapter Forty-Six
RAVEN
Ares tightens his grip on my hand as our limousine approaches the theater that Hannah’s latest movie
is being screened at. This is the first time all three of us will be present at such a public event, and
it’s the first event we’re attending as a married couple. There’s so much pressure, and so much could
go wrong. So far, we’ve been safe from the media’s attention in large part, but we can’t escape them
tonight.
We can’t escape Hannah.
“Cupcake,” Ares says as he raises my hand to his lips. “How do you feel?”
I turn to look at him and shake my head. “Nervous.”
He nods in understanding and kisses the back of my hand. “You look stunning tonight,” he murmurs
as his eyes roam over the red evening gown I’m wearing. It’s figure-hugging, with a deep V. It’s eyecatching
yet classy, and it is by far one of my favorite designs to date.
“Raven, it’s going to be okay. I won’t leave your side, and if it all becomes too much, we’ll just
go home.”
I nod, trying my hardest to calm my nerves. I stopped attending these events with Hannah years
ago, but I still remember how they go. I remember all the photos Ares takes with the cast, with her. I
always hated how intimate they looked and how she’d lean into him, his hand wrapped tightly around
her waist. He’d look at her like she was the only girl in the room, and she’d smile at him like the star
she is. It hurt to see them together then, but it’ll hurt even more now.
“We’re here,” he says, a sweet smile on his face. “I can’t wait to show you off to the entire world,
Mrs. Windsor. I’m about to walk down the red carpet, my hand in yours, and there will be no doubt
about who you are and what you mean to me, you hear me? There is only one Mrs. Windsor, Raven,
and it’s you.”
I nod at him, grateful for his attempts to take the edge off my nerves. I never even have to tell him
about my insecurities. He realizes and takes them away before I even have a chance to voice them.
The bodyguard in the front seat looks back with an apologetic smile on his face. “I’ve just been
informed to wait for a moment. Hannah Du Pont is about to make her entrance.”
Ares chuckles darkly. “I don’t wait for anyone but my wife,” he says. “Inform the organizers that
we’ll be making our entrance now.” Then he looks at me and smirks. “Come on, let’s go steal the