Roxy drug her feet as the wedding march began to play. She wanted to run for it but her father had little Drake under armed guard. One wrong move from her and her baby would be hurt. She was dress in white. Which she hated. She had never worn white and if she never saw white she could die a happy woman. 

"Stop dragging your feet." her father snapped as he dug his fingers into her arm. "You screw this up and I will make that boy of yours suffer"

With a sigh she gave in and walked down the aisle. She didn't bother look at the crowd. No one she knew would be here. She winced as Gregory yanked her to him. He held her against him as if afraid that she would run. Which she would if she had the slightest chance. "If anyone objects let them speak now or forever hold their peace."