Backstage: A Fake Marriage Romance by Abbey Foxx

Author:Abbey Foxx [Foxx, Abbey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Abbey Foxx
Published: 2017-04-16T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ryan

I can’t keep my eyes off her. If I thought Sophia was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen before, today confirms that supposition beyond any doubt. Right now, I know that Sophia is the most beautiful girl I will ever see in my entire life, period.

Apparently getting dressed up isn’t the normal kind of thing people do here, because when we rock up to the marriage bureaux to put our names down in the line, I realize I’m not the only person who can’t keep their eyes off Sophia. We all get our fair share of appreciative stares, but it’s Sophia, whose dress suits her so perfectly it looks like it’s been painted directly onto her skin by a renaissance master, who really steals the show.

Even the sour faced desk assistant has a twinkle in her eyes as we approach, unable to keep her stone cold heart from warming ever so slightly at the sight of us.

I feel a little overdressed amongst all of the other waiting couples, some of whom make the place look like a doctor’s surgery and not a marriage bureaux, but fuck it, I haven’t got dressed up for them, I’ve got dressed up for Sophia, and the way she reacted upon first contact makes me think it’s definitely been worth it.

We get the marriage licence and our identification checked out, put our names down in the queue and take some seats. Every ten minutes or so a new couple is called into a room just off the one we’re sat in, never to return to this one again, while from time to time new couples arrive to put their names down in the list like we’ve just done.

I’m holding Sophia’s hand tightly, while Alex and Alice sit across the aisle from us, both of them smiling at us reassuringly, this whole thing just as surreal for them, I’m sure. The entire room is practically as silent as a library and the nervous tension in here is so suffocating, I get the feeling that for almost everyone in here, actually getting married is the least of their worries.

I’m less nervous than I was before, but I’m still on edge, which is why when I hear our names being called sharply from the other side of the room, I practically jump right out of my skin.

“Ryan Speed and Sophia Moreaux?” the voice calls again, churning the French pronunciation of Sophia’s surname into something like the noise a happy cow might make.

“Yes”, I call over, which isn’t entirely necessary considering there isn’t anyone else on their feet right now. “Right here.”

“Follow me please”, she says and disappears through the door again.

“Ready?” I ask Sophia, just to make absolutely she’s not going to bolt at the very last minute.

Sophia smiles and pulls herself to her feet. “One hundred percent”, she says.

The room is nothing like I expect. Including the lady who has just come to collect us, who retakes her seat behind a long desk, there are two other men alongside her, and one other woman sitting at a desk to the side.

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