My father already knew what I was about to do. "All right," he said. "I'll go speak to the priest. Leave everything to me. I'll explain it to the guests."His words gave me a sense of safety. No matter what happened, he would always catch me when I fell.My mother called Mia. "If they still won't let you come, just stay where you are. Stick to our agreement. Unless we give the word, you don't need to do anyone else's hair or makeup."The videographer kept the camera rolling as the bridal suite came back to life.While everyone rushed around me, Dillon called several times. I ignored every one of them. I slipped out of my wedding gown, changed into a simple dress, and made myself presentable.I looked at my reflection. Light makeup. A neat, understated hairstyle. I had dreamed about this day for so long.Dillon and I first met at an underground fight club, where we were both trying to sign the same fighter. Handsome, charismatic, and impossibly generous, he paid a fortune to buy the fig
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