Your wedding is supposed to be the best day in your entire life.

And for Amy Cahill, it was.

Everything turned out to be perfect: she looked more than beautiful in her Vera Wang gown, her husband was the most handsome groom in the entire world, everybody admired and adored her, the cake tasted splendidly... and best of all, she could rub it all in her older step-sister's face.

"I can't wait for the honeymoon!" Amy exclaimed, grinning as she jumped into the Just Married convertible. "Greece has always been my dream."

Evan Tolliver smiled back at his wife, feeling like the happiest man in the entire world. But... was it because he'd just gotten married to Amy, or because he'd gotten married to her fortune? He was about to reply something cheesy, but he knew very well that Amy hated mushy phrases. Instead, he only added, "I think I'll definitely enjoy walking around the outskirts of the city with you. I hear it's a wonderful experience."

"Well, dear husband of mine, when I'm involved, isn't it always a wonderful experience?" Amy replied, with air of superiority.

Evan smiled tightly. "Yup, charming."

The wedding guests all gathered round the car, throwing white petals and rice. Everybody waved bye, and children blew bubbles. In any other occasion, Amy wouldn't be too pleased with the bubbles popping, making her get soap all over her. But today was her wedding day. She could let anything slide. "Bye! Thank you for all the wonderful gifts!"

"And for coming!" Evan exclaimed, trying hard not to strangle the girl next to him.

Sure, she was pretty. Who could deny it? With her long waves of reddish-brown hair, sweet smile, button nose, and smiling green eyes, it was hard to think otherwise. But she was even more annoying than her stuck-up sister, Natalie.

Evan didn't know what was worse of the three remaining Cahills. First, there was that crazy step-mother of his wife's (how he hated that title), Hope Trent. She wasn't evil. From what he heard, she treated Amy like a daughter of her own. Hard not to do, since she'd been around since Amy had turned eight. But she certainly had something missing in her head: and that was her brain. Shopping and standing still to look pretty was the only thing that Hope could do right.

Sadly, her lack of brain could be explained by the overflow of intelligence of her twenty-six-year-old daughter, Natalie. At such a young age, she was already a known dentist. But that made her think that everything she said was right, and that she was the brightest creature in the world. Stubborn, prideful, and competitive were the three best words to describe that little demon.

And then there was Amy.

Evan turned to gaze at what he now had to call his wife, who was waving her slender arms at all the guests, blowing kisses in the air.

"Horrible," he muttered, not even able to plaster a grin.

It was hard to believe Hope and Natalie weren't blood-related to Amy. She had traits from both. Complete airhead, prideful, stuck-up, nagging, annoying, needy, whiny, hot-headed... the list could just go on and on.

"Alright, I think we should go now," Amy announced with a giggle, as she sat back down.

Evan's lips automatically curled into a smile. He'd been able to program himself to do so whenever her eyes landed on his blue ones. "Certainly, Mrs. Tolliver." The title left a sour taste on Evan's tongue.

However, it did get Amy all smiley. She clasped her hands together, sighing in content. "Amy Tolliver sounds so nice."

Evan wanted to grimace, but he simply chuckled. "I know. Now, put your seat belt on and let's get going. We have a plane to catch!"

"That's right. Let's go!" Amy ordered light-heartedly, grinning from ear to ear.

Evan stepped on the accelerator, and the car zoomed away from the church, passing through the beautiful gardens the after-party had taken place in. It was autumn, and everybody had been delighted at how much everything resembled to a fairytale, thanks to the leaves and their earthy tones, and how nicely they'd scattered all over the ground.

Evan gazed at his wristwatch, licking his lips nervously. Only three hours left. He gazed in trouble at the road ahead, wondering if his father would make it in time. All this time, you were probably wondering why Evan wasn't lamenting himself for his future with Amy. And that's because there won't be a future with Amy. The plan was to get her to trust him enough to tell him all the information her father had left behind of their chain of businesses. It required him to marry her, but the plan still succeeded. Right in that instant, his father was stealing ever single penny earned from the businesses, leaving the Cahill girls with absolutely nothing. The Cahill chain was already going bankrupt, anyways, so now, the Cahill girls would be done for. The marriage had not been registered. So any second now, he'd get a call from his father telling him everything was settled and she could leave her.

While Evan thought greedily of how much money their already rich family would receive, Amy was enjoying her life.

"Wait! Wait!"

Amy frowned, turning to look back. She gasped, grasping his shoulder. "Stop the car!"

Evan turned to give the twenty-three-year-old a confused gaze.

"Stop," she ordered, her cheery face morphing to a cold glare.

The car came to a halt, and soon, the elderly man running after the car could catch up.

"Uncle Fiske!" Amy exclaimed, grinning.

Evan's lips curled down in distate, as he inspected the worn-out and cheap suit the man was wearing.

Uncle Fiske smiled, out of breath. "I'm glad I got to see you before you left."

"Me too. For a second there, I thought you wouldn't come," Amy replied. She frowned in worry. "I heard from Mom that you're having health issues? Is everything okay?"

Evan snarled. Since when did she care about someone else's well-being? Oh, that's right, that was Fiske Kabra, her former butler. The man had been with the Cahills even before Amy had been born. With his gentle and moral manners, he certainly managed to gather respect from Amy. She loved him as a family member, and he loved her the same. In fact, he had a soft spot for the Cahill girls. They might've been quite incomprehensible, but he still cared for them. Sadly, three years before, he was forced to quit due to health issues.

As Uncle Fiske gave Amy his blessings, Evan scratched his head, frustrated. He knew Fiske Kabra too well. His granddaughter, Nellie, was another nuisance for the Tollivers. Too bad his older brother, Theo, could not escape from a future with her like Evan did. Nellie had married him three years before, when she was twenty-five. The Tollivers had only done it for some stupid duck lake they owned, that supposedly had petroleum underneath. But Theo hadn't found a way to tell his discoveries to the Kabras and ask them to dig it up.

"I brought you two wedding gifts," Uncle Fiske told the girl.

Amy smiled, always happy for gifts. "Really?"

The salt-and-pepper-haired man nodded, retrieving an envelope and a small package from his pocket. He handed them to her. "The letter is from your dad. He wanted me to give it to you when you married. And the package... that's from all of us."

Amy smiled, stuffing her hand inside the bag. She got out a small package of chocolate chip cookies, making her gasp in excitement. "No way! These were my favorite. It has been so long since I tasted these... oh my God, thank you so much!"

Uncle Fiske laughed. "I didn't think that you would get so excited."

"Are you kidding me?" Amy asked. "Your cookies have been my favorite ever since you first gave them to me. One of my most fondest memories is you telling me the story of your grandfather while I ate these. It even beats out the time that Stella McCartney herself gave me a pair of costume-made shoes!"

The senior gazed at the young girl in front of him lovingly. "That's good, because it's also one of my fondest memories... I still cannot get over the surprise when I hear that my little girl was getting married. And when Natalie's comes, it'll be another surprise!"

Amy ignored the mention of her loathed sister, since she suddenly felt a longing in her heart. She certainly missed the days when Uncle Fiske worked for them, when her father and grandma were still around, and when Burberry was still in.

"Hey, Mr. Kabra," Evan chimed in. He smiled sweetly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing just fine. If you are as charming with Amy as your brother is with Nellie, then I'll be even better," Uncle Fiske replied.

Amy smiled at Evan, handing him thumbs up.

Evan ignored the gesture, pretending to be too enthralled in his reply to Fiske to even notice it. "I'd love to stay and talk to you, since it's always great to catch up with you. But Amy and I have to leave."

Amy's smile disappeared.

"Of course. I understand," Fiske answered, stepping away from the car. He smiled at the two. "Have a good time, and don't you dare to not give me a call once you're there. I've always wanted to go to Greece, and it'd be nice to hear it from you two."

"We won't forget," Evan promised. "Bye!"

"Bye!" Fiske repeated, waving.

Evan pushed the accelerator, making the car zoom forward in a rapid manner.

"Bye Uncle Fiske! Love ya!" Amy exclaimed, waving at the elderly man. Once they were out of sight, she turned back around with a humph. She glared at her husband. "What did you do that for? There are still three hours left. Don't you know he came all the way from Montpelier to Boston?"

"Calm down," Evan replied, chuckling. "It's not that faraway."

"For a man in his late 80's it is!" Amy exclaimed, crossing her arms across her chest.

Evan sighed, pressing his lips together. The car ride was spent in silence. After a long amount of time, he finally found the words to say to her. "I'll make it up-"

His phone ringed.

Evan smiled.

Amy gazed expectantly at him. "You were saying something?"

"Not right now sweetheart," Evan said in a sarcastic tone.

Amy frowned. He never called her 'sweetheart'. And he'd even said it in a mocking tone. Perhaps, he was trying to lighten the mood by being playful? She watched him as his smile turned into a smirk, and he nodded.

"Aye, aye, Dad," he replied, not sounding like the guy she'd married. "I'm near the airport now. Should I drop her off here?"

Amy perked up at this, blinking in confusion. The confusion grew bigger as Evan ended the call, and his smile disappeared. He looked so cold and distant. Even Amy was slightly worried. Her worries increased as he began to pull over near the side of the street.

"What's going on?" Amy asked.

Evan remained silent. Once he stopped the car, he pointed outside. "Please stand up in front of the car."

"Why-"

"Just do it, love," Evan continued, pursing his lips in a smug manner.

Amy was too stunned to put up a fight and did as told. Once she was out, she watched in confusion as Evan bent back and grabbed her leather suitcase, which had been placed next to his on the backseats. He smiled sarcastically as he threw it at her.

"Your family has gone bankrupt now," he informed her. "And you know the Tollivers don't hang around penniless nuisances like you. Have a nice life."

And with that, he sped away, leaving the girl stranded in the middle of nowhere, wearing a wedding dress with a suitcase in tow.