Chapter 7

After breakfast, Silas and Calliope headed to the county clerk's office.

The marriage certificate was in their hands in no time.

"Uncle Silas, I know you're busy. Now that we've got the marriage certificate, you can head back to work. I need to visit home," Calliope said as they stepped out of the office.

"Uncle Silas?" Silas raised an eyebrow, a flicker of annoyance crossing his strikingly handsome face. Calliope caught on quickly and corrected herself, "Silas?"

What should she call him now?

They were married, but it was only a marriage of convenience. Calling him "honey" felt awkward, and "Uncle Silas" was definitely out of the question since she had called him that because of Gideon. She wasn't his niece, after all.

She glanced up to gauge Silas's reaction. Luckily, he didn't comment further.

"Want a ride?" he offered as they reached the car.

"No need, I'll grab a cab," Calliope said quickly. "You don't have to worry about me."

home?" Silas asked, his chiseled features sharp enough to rival a top

manage

than enough by marrying her. She didn't want

saving him hadn't been some grand act of heroism- it had been instinct. She would have done it

flicker of guilt settled

...

Zelda furrowed her brow and grumbled,

that huge fiasco at yesterday's wedding. Calliope loves Gideon so much, she must have been

her reaction before adding, "Mom, you need to stay calm and talk some sense into her. Mr. Myers isn't someone she can just toy with. What if she got caught up in the moment and now she's set her sights on him? Someone

Lisette's eyes deepened.

the man she had spent years trying to win over. She had worked tirelessly through the Jewell family's company, hoping to get closer to him, yet despite all her efforts, Silas had never even glanced her way. She refused to believe

room shifted as Calliope finally walked

eyes turned to

on the phone, immediately

with anger

through emails on

of wooden prayer beads, paused

had been

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