Chapter 7Tatiana stood stiffly in front of the large mirror, letting two unfamiliar women fuss over the white wedding gown clinging to her body. The silk felt cold, as cold as her heart right now."Almost done, Miss," one of the women said, straightening the thin veil over her head.Tatiana didn't answer. Her eyes stared blankly at her own reflection.Beautiful."Well, well... look who finally decided to behave."That voice made Tatiana turn. Oktavia stood in the doorway, dressed in a maroon evening gown, smiling like she was watching a show that amused her."What are you doing here?" Tatiana asked flatly."To see the poor bride, obviously." Oktavia stepped in, fingers grazing the fabric of Tatiana's dress. "Such a shame. Such a gorgeous dress, but the groom won't even wake up to see you in it.""Then I guess I'm lucky," Tatiana replied, emotionless. "At least I won't have to watch him pretend to love me, the way Matthew pretends to love you."Oktavia's expression hardened for a seco
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