"It's cute you already have a nickname for her, although I think you should try picking a nicer one."
I swing around in my chair, glaring at him as he blinds me with his megawatt smile.
"The name suits her," I grunt, standing from the table and walking towards one of the many exits in this room, Percy following behind me closely.
"I personally don't see the issue with her," Percy says, moving around me and opening the door for me. "Don't get me wrong, I haven't interacted with her just yet, but from what I've seen of her tonight, she seems pleasant."
I scoff, pushing through the door, intent on walking to the lobby to see if she's hanging around out there, but a glimmer of sparkles in the corner of my eye has me stopping as I look down at the floor to see a pair of silver heels tucked against the wall.
My brows furrow deeper as flashes of Alicia wearing them filter through my mind.
"They're her shoes."
Percy moves beside me, crouching down to pick them up.
He hums and then shrugs. "Well, I did say she seemed to be in a rush. I don't blame her for ditching these, they look extremely uncomfortable."
Storming away from him, I hurry down the corridor and into the lobby, ignoring the few people scattered around the room. Knowing none of them are the woman I'm looking for, I walk straight outside, stopping at the top of the steps that lead down to the driveway.
My eyes instantly drop to the pool of white fabric in the middle of the pebbled drive and I rush over to it, picking it up from the floor.
Dread settles in my stomach as I hold her tattered wedding dress in my hands.
Glancing back at the venue, my eyes scour the exterior walls, searching for any cameras, and when I spot one directly pointed at me, I start moving back towards the lobby as panic shoots through my system.
I may not like the woman, but I still don't wish any harm to come to her.
Plus, she's my wife now, and our agreement with her family would most likely be void if I allowed anything to happen to her.
Charging towards the marble desk in the middle of the lobby, I slam her wedding dress down on the side, garnering the man's attention who's stood behind the desk.
His eyes are wide as he stares at me. I watch as he gulps, his mouth bobbing open and closed as he tries to find the words to say to me.
"I need to see your security cameras."
He nods immediately, his eyes dropping from mine as his hands shakily skate across the keyboard in front of him before he turns the computer around so the screen is now facing me.
I look at the multitude of squares displaying different parts of the venue until I see the one I need.
"Click on that one, and go back about an hour."
Chapter Fourteen
Dominic
Watching the screen intently, I see a blur of people, all seeming to walk backwards as the video keeps rewinding at speed, and after a minute or two, a flash of white catches my eye.
"Stop!" I shout, making the terrified man behind the desk jump as he quickly scrambles with the mouse to stop the video.
I watch as a car pulls up outside, and a woman steps out.
Leaning closer to the screen, I squint my eyes slightly, trying to see her features through the pixelated display.
She's staring down at her phone, which makes it harder for me to see what she looks like.
"What's going on, boss?"
"Trying to find my wife."
