here. I assumed he had already started dressing up, but I was wrong. He walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his waist. Then, to my surprise, he dropped his towel, exposing his nak

ng up in his eyes. "Don't call me Mr. Dante," he said in a low tone. "And I hate it when I repeat myself." " Mr... I mean... Dante, I can't. I have ugly scars on my back, and I..." " I don't care. Turn around," he commanded. I slowly turned around and showcased my scars. He took some ointment and rubbed it on my back. He was so gentle, tracing every single bruise and scar with the tips of his fingers. It felt like a light feather was being traced on my skin. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer, he whispered to me, "Why didn't you tell me about this?" Tears dropped from my eyes as I apologized and explained everything that had happened to me. He turned me around and made me look into his eyes. "Never lie or hide anything from me," he said, pulling me in for a gentle kiss. I didn't know him that much, but he made me feel so safe and loved. He helped me wear my corset and didn't tighten it too much. He assisted me in putting on the dress-the dress his mother gave me , and the necklace that belonged to my mother. "Let me go and finish dressing up," he said, placing a kiss on my forehead before leaving and instructing Mercy to come and finish helping me. Mercy came through and helped me finish. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and wondered who the drop dead gorgeous girl in the mirror looking back at me was. I couldn't believe it-I was finally getting married. I thanked Mercy for helping me get dressed. Then asked her if she could be my maid of Honor since I didn't have anyone. She was happy and agreed to be my maid of Honor. I called for another maid who helped her dress up too. She looked lovely. The peach-themed dress brought out her ginger hair and brown eyes. We both walked into the hallway and stood at the door of the wedding hall, still overwhelmed by everything. Then I felt a hand wrap around me-it was Uncle Julio. "I thought you needed someone to walk you down the aisle," he remarked. The doors opened, and we finally walked into the hall. I could see people staring at me through my veil. I looked down as we walked, then I saw Aunt Silvia and Antonia in the crowd, both looking angry and miserable. As I approached the altar, I noticed someone else in the crowd. It was Isaac, could he have come to see me and want to run away like we talked about. It was too late for tha