Marrying the Man in the Dark

“Brilliant!” Beckham exclaimed, his excitement palpable as he tightened his grip on Cherise’s hand. “Do I look alright? First impressions are important, especially when meeting your aunt, your mom’s sister.”

“You look fantastic. Absolutely dashing,” Cherise assured him, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Seeing Beckham like this, any flicker of resentment that Gwenn had ignited in Cherise’s heart sputtered and died.

No matter how he treated her, Cherise knew deep down that Beckham still held her mother dear. Her mother had passed away years ago, yet her father’s anxiety about meeting her family was evident. Perhaps his awkward attentiveness was just another layer of grief.

Beckham had barely taken a few steps when he abruptly stopped, spinning around as if he had remembered something. Gwenn remained rooted to the spot, her face unreadable.

a hint of annoyance flashing across his

voice monotone. “She was

on your family reunion. I promised the editor some interesting material, and the camera needs some

voice cut through the air.

her aunt has a similar body type. Maybe

face drained of color. “No

Beckham gave her a firm nudge towards the stairs. In his mind, Gwenn’s fashion sense was a ticking time bomb. What if she showed up in something even more…inappropriate? It would be safer to go upstairs

was not known for being a party animal, Beckham assumed her wardrobe would be more subdued compared to Gwenn’s

upstairs to Priscilla’s closet seemed like a strategic move for damage control. With her middle-aged

that was just an

were his daughters, deserving a place at

the gap, hoping this reunion would mend their fractured bond. He didn’t realize