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CHAPTER 14 – ONE NIGHT WITH BLUE EYES (II)
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Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 16 – RELUCTANT ESCAPE
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Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 18 – WEDDING BELLS...?
LONDON.I stand before the floor to ceiling mirrors, and can barely recognise the girl that stares back at me. This girl with high, pale cheekbones and a tight, practiced smile.This painfully beautiful girl with fake bright eyes and a crumpling heart. I look around the once magnificent ball room, now converted to a wedding fitting room by Dad and my stomach tightens with nausea. Bridal outfits from God knows how many extravagant design labels fill the place.I took a peek at the price tag on one of the numerous gowns earlier and instantly regretted it. The least expensive dress here costs about thirty thousand pounds. Dad says I get to keep all of them. Something about it not being safe to take the dresses back – finger prints and stuff.So far, I have had sessions after stiffling sessions with professional wedding and home management experts. Pampered, stuffy women with their aristocratic noses permanently stuck in the air, and their too perfect London accent. Women who feel it is t
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LONDONRamsey Mikhailov has very strange eyes.His eyes are a sharp, sickening shade of blue. They practically give me the creeps. I access him from beneath the protection of my veil. He looks…strange. He gives off the aura of a very dangerous man. A Made man – tense, stiff and poised for attack, and those eyes of his are permanently glued to me. They follow my descent from the grand stairs so intently, all the way until I'm standing before him. His eyes burn into me like he can see all the way into my soul…I'm beginning to believe he can.Even as I recite my vows with a trembling voice and shaky knees, those uncanny blue eyes never leave me. I'm beginning to feel really uncomfortable.His white-blonde hair glints in the hall's bright lights. There's something off about it. Hell, alot of things are "off" about this man. He's huge…really huge. As big as Luca. He stands a few inches over six feet, and I can't help but notice how his broad shoulders fill out his suit so perfectly. He's
Becoming Mrs. Blackstone CHAPTER 21 – THE CHASE
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