Morgan POV

The day I had set for our ceremony had finally come. Tricia was dressed in a long pink gown. A little flower was kept in her hair while I was dressed in one of my suits. We were going to take some pictures so I needed to be perfect.

We arranged for the registrar to be here, although it was a form of kidnapping. The registrar wouldn't have heeded us if we hadn't taken the steps we took. We kidnapped his daughter when he chose not to agree with us.

A young man walked in, and I ...