ra

Tom Ford suit. He didn't look like a father giving his

orporate thing. "You look beautiful, Clara. A M

hasis on the brand. I was, just like

My skin was ice-cold beneath the silk. I manage

," he murmured, his voice low and confidential. "This union with

's all this marri

mily, my fiancé... they weren't my sanctua

ung inward, pushed sil

, deafened by a roar of applause. A t

like a specimen pinn

ing notes of the wedding march sound

forward. The walk down t

ation, scrutiny. They were all watching the myth,

as walking towa

the practiced, regal smile I w

ces to the figure waiting at the en

sand white roses, handsome as a princ

rm, adoring smile that cou

e, I saw the chillin

ted violently.

ng me without a glance. He simply

Ten fe

y eyes that once made my heart flutter

he triumphant gleam of possession. He'd done it. He was about to o

ashed over me. Why did I

ficiant stood beside it, a k

took my hand, prepar

ction. From one

his hand, his

mpossibly heavy. I

d's waiting eyes, the officiant's smile, the guests'

pressure, I slowly, resignedly, place