In fact, if she replaced the degrees on the wall and the nameplate on the desk, the office could be her brother's. In a few minutes she'd be married. To Donovan Nelson. This should be the happiest day of her life. Instead, she felt like she was experiencing some sort of out of body experience. Like the real her was above watching this day play out. Like if she pinched herself she'd wake up. He didn't love her. This was obligation. If she had to guess, she figured this marriage might have the six months she had to go until the baby was born. Might. And that would be fine with her. Really it would. Lies. Lies. Lies. She looked around the office again and thanked God she wasn’t in a church. At least here, the fact that she was thinking about how long this disaster of a marriage would last seemed less a sacrilege. Beside Donovan, Grady and her father stood both sporting worried frowns along with their suits. Grady’d made his feelings on the matter quite clear, and she still hadn’t started talking to him again.
