Chapter 2: The Groom
She clutched the dress to her chest and whispered, “Please don’t.”
I stepped closer, slow and careful.
“Who did this?”
Her lips trembled.
“Elian.”
The groom.
The charming heir.
The man who kissed our mother’s hand at dinner and called my father “sir.” The man whose father, Victor Vale, smiled like he was purchasing people instead of greeting them.
My hands curled into fists, but my voice stayed calm.
“Why?”
Mara gave a short, broken laugh.
“Because I told him I was scared.”
The seamstress slipped out of the room in tears.
Mara grabbed my wrists.
“Listen to me,” she pleaded. “If I call off the wedding, Victor will destroy Mom and Dad’s company.”
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