My pulse quickened, and my ears were ringing. It felt like I could barely hear anything.The man strode up to me before getting down on one knee and lifting my hand. He said, "I've come for you, my bride."Everyone was stupefied, including me.Was this man, handsome enough that he looked like a flawlessly sculpted statue of an archangel, the supposedly ugly Lorenzo Marra?He had long fingers, defined knuckles, and a very warm hand. Instinctively, I put my hand in his, and he pulled me into his arms, pressing me against his firm chest as he hugged me close."Everything's fine now," Lorenzo said, his voice deep and alluring.He put an arm around my waist to support me, pulling me back onto my feet. Then, he stroked my back with his hand as if soothing a frightened kitten.I looked up at him.Lorenzo had a tall nose and faintly curved lips. His jawline was sharp yet refined. For a moment, I was spellbound."What's the matter?" he asked, his smile deepening. He'd sensed my gaze on
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