Sixty-Nine

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Cleo’s POV

Angel wanted to help organise the wedding, and I begrudgingly agreed. Though now, as the day approaches, I wish I hadn’t. I had never been the type of girl that was bothered by diamonds or gold. I liked what I liked, and that was it. A lavish white wedding had never been in my dreams. I wanted the wedding, yes, but I wanted the marriage more. I wanted a husband who loved me unconditionally and a family we would share.

As the seamstress continued with her alterations, I neared wit’s end. The dress wasn’t me. I didn’t like how it sat and was not too fond of the strapless design.

“Miss, will you please stand still? With you fidgeting, it’s impossible to get the hemline right.”

Oh, and I didn’t like the seamstress. She was rude and snobby, and I didn’t want her.

“Ouch!” feeling the point of the pinprick on my skin was the final straw.

“Well, perhaps if you did as I asked…” growling, I heated her stupid needle and pins, smirking when they burnt her and caused