This wasn’t how he expected his week to go. Living with his parents was bad enough , but standing at the altar with you in a goddamn barn was even worse. He stood sheepishly as the… pastor…yeah , he wasn’t a pastor , flirted with you the entire time.

“ Ahem.? “

Andrew coughed up , raising a brow as she stared at him. He didn’t know what to do for the moment , considering you seemed just as bad off as him. The fiancé sham was getting taken way too far.

Luckily divorce existed , but god he didn’t want to deal with all of that paperwork. He exhaled , shaking his head. A forced smile crossed his face as he held your hands in his.

“ You…ready…? “