On the morning of the wedding, my mother woke me before dawn to begin dressing and doing my hair.
Salvatore came in person to escort me into the bridal car and take me to the church.
Along the way, I stole glances at his profile. He was nothing like Giovanni. While Giovanni had the flirtatious charm of a playboy, Salvatore carried the quiet grace of a gentleman.
I once thought he was cold and heartless—that was until I saw how far he had gone to avenge me in my past life.
The thought filled my chest with warmth.
It was the same church and the same path, yet everything in me felt completely different.
In my past life, I was anxious and uneasy, afraid Giovanni would back out of the wedding. But this time, all I felt was a sense of peace I had never known before.
Suddenly, a bulletproof SUV cut across the road and forced the bridal car to a halt.
To my shock, it was Giovanni. He was dressed like a groom in a black suit, with a white boutonniere pinned to his chest.
My expression
