Chapter 92

• Zheme stood with all the confidence he could muster on top of the podium's spotlessly polished floors. He was still nervous, abashment settling under both his tiring feet.
• He could hear the music drifting like the wind to his ears, the melodic piano that flawlessly played 'here comes the bride...'
• He could see the many people in crowd, the chandelier, the flowers, he saw them all, but what or rather who he really wanted to see was Lexie.