Chapter 6 The wedding venue was packed with guests. Reed stood in a tailored suit, holding Calla's hand, receiving congratulations from elites and socialites alike. I'd once had a wedding like this. Back then, Reed held my hand, knelt before the crowd, and vowed to spend his life with me. Now I see it for what it was. A vow is just a sad joke. "Tate, Reed and I are only having a fake wedding to make my dad happy. You're not mad, are you?" Calla looked at me, a glint of smugness in her eyes. Reed stood beside her. The love in his gaze was impossible to hide. I found it laughable. A fake wedding? I'd seen what it looked like when Reed Harrow loved someone. So I knew-his heart was already full of Calla. The so-called "fake wedding" was just a pathetic cover story. Tate, Calla and I threw this together last minute. I didn't have time to get a wedding dress. Did you bring the one I asked you to get rom the house?" I did." handed the bag to Calla. Thanks, Tate~" Calla's smile widened. She leaned in and whispered. Tate, I only mentioned it in passing, and Reed made you hand over your own wedding dress..." he trailed off. Her expression froze. She pulled out a white funeral shroud from the bag. Reed... what is this?" Tate, what the hell are you trying to pull?!" Reed saw the shroud. His face darkened instantly. 'I already told you-this is a fake wedding with Calla. Are you not done throwing a tantrum yet?!" Today is the day we buried my mother. I picked out these outfits especially for the two of you. Pretty fitting, don't you think?" I smiled coldly at them both. "Enough! Do you think lying like this is funny? Do you have any idea what kind of event this is?!" Calla tugged on Reed's sleeve, her voice syrupy. Tate, there are a lot of important people here today. If you keep this up... Reed's going to be so embarrassed." "Reed, I'm sorry. This is all my fault for being selfish and asking you to fake-marry me. Maybe we should just cancel the wedding?" "Absolutely not!" Reed's face was stone. His tone left no room for argument. "When I decide something, no one gets in my way. Tate, if you keep acting like this, you can kiss your title as Mrs. Harrow goodbye!" Reed shot a look at his men and barked an order. "What are you all standing around for? Take her to the basement at the estate and let her cool off!" "I dare you to try." I raised my gun and aimed it directly at Reed's forehead.