Pauline's POV
I had promised myself I would leave early. That was my non-negotiable condition for attending this wedding in the first place. But here I was, still seated at the reception table, unable to break away from Windsor's magnetic pull. How could I possibly abandon her when she had practically begged me to stay? Refusing a bride on her wedding day felt like breaking some sacred rule.
Now Windsor had somehow attached herself to my hip instead of returning to her new husband's side, though both she and Zion seemed perfectly content with this arrangement. I caught him stealing glances at us from the head table, that insufferably smug grin plastered across his face.
"Windsor," I murmured, gently bumping her shoulder with mine. "Don't you think you should return to your actual seat? You know, the one next to the man you just promised your life to?"
